In two years, you’ll be scratching your head and saying, “what was this from, again?”
I read Suzuka yesterday. All 169 chapters of it.
appreciate my MS paint skills
Yesterday, I watched Confessions. It’s Higurashi-meets-Onani Master Kurosawa, where instead of Onaning, Kurosawa kills somebody and doesn’t ever see redemption. It’s sick, twisted, gory, and depressing. Just my style.