And a Door Creaks Open

┬áMarisa sometimes threw balls of sand at us, and sometimes burst in, shouting "Stop it, who cares about this Dostoyevsky, who gives a damn about the Karamazovs." Then Nino abruptly broke off and walked along the shore, head lowered, until he became a tiny speck [...] Meanwhile I felt better and better, I couldn't believe…

Butter Me Happy

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale/Her infinite variety.-Shakespeare (Antony and Cleopatra)So, I'm currently kind of obsessed with at least 5 things. A girl's got to have hobbies, after all.1) My bike. I love riding it, going places on it and finding pretty, scenic streets to ride on. I keep asking myself, "why didn't you…