when you finish a book and somehow you have 127513497525 pages marked
and then it begins
the game of “why the fuck did i mark this page”
"There is no way illusions can come to life." — Perfect Blue, 1997.
Something wispered. I listened.
Scenery of Ghibli
There’s no need to go outside my room. With a few clicks, everything can be mine, easily. It doesn’t matter, if it’s real or not. The replies on my site decide that. Age, looks, jobs…Anything’s possible.