People thought I was kidding. Well...I wasn't.
Embrace messy boy hair.
[Bonus photo after the cut]
[Bonus photo after the cut]
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My sexy best friend and I |
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Lacks in taste but it's affordable. Also leaves a lot to be desired but whatever, it was the only milk tea station in the mall (boo) |
"In the spring of her twenty-second year, Sumire fell in love for the first time in her life. An intense love, a veritable tornado sweeping across the plains—flattening everything in its path, tossing things up in the air, ripping them to shreds, crushing them to bits. The tornado's intensity doesn't abate for a second as it blasts across the ocean, laying waste to Angkor Wat, incinerating an Indian jungle, tigers and all, transforming itself into a Persian desert sandstorm, burying an exotic fortress city under a sea of sand. In short, a love of truly monumental proportions. The person she fell in love with happened to be seventeen years older than Sumire. And was married. And, I should add, was a woman. This is where it all began, and where it all wound up. Almost."
Finally got around to reading this! Murakami is such an inspiration and a brilliant author. It's such a shame he didn't win the Nobel Prize in Literature.