pablo honey.

i'm very much in like, i must admit.

(when do i expect to find the time for all of this? i am a foolish thing. but i'll manage, i'm sure.)

turtles. turtles all the way down.

i read arcadia on the top bunk of a room in a hostel in rome. liz and her friends took naps, and our roommates were drying their socks on the radiator. from our window you could see a back street, and small citrus trees growing on the roofs of the buildings on the other side.