Why, Joon?
My memories only allow me to begin from a blurry peak of the dream, what seemed to be attached to it was that I owned the role of prey to...
All Over Again.
Okay, here we go again, this time we're doing it the right way. It's past the first week of semester break, mushrooms are growing all...
Why The Furry Grey.
Evening fellow humans. Another day here blabbering words onto my blog in the uni's library. Why am I here, you ask? This tomboy in a...
