There's always something nagging in me that bumming it out in a café literally every saturday isn't living life to its fullest, but goddamnit is it /comfy/
There's always something nagging in me that bumming it out in a café literally every saturday isn't living life to its fullest, but goddamnit is it /comfy/
Laberinto de la Soledad by Octavio Paz
This looks super interesting, I'm going to pick up a copy.