Love, love will tear us apart… again.

I haven’t read any books in the past seven days. SEVEN DAYS. Usually I’m good for at least one, but normally two. And what is the reason for this atrocious literary failure?

Ugh. It is awful. Wonderfully, gloriously, gut-wrenchingly AWFUL.

Anyway. That’s all I had to say. Imma go stare at my ceiling and try to turn off my brain.

– xo R