Random musings on a certain third sunday of the month.
So far January has been awesome, and finally I got some time to sit down, chill and have my me-time. *inserts many smiley faces*
Random youtube videos, random searches, cool wind on my face, music blasting from my jiggly. Life can't be any better than now.
Music coma, eargasm, and just saw this scene of Angela Zhang singing on stage with Gillian off stage supporting her. So sweet when Angela finished singing and immediately go and hug her.
Just scrolled past this quote on Facebook from Charmian, and found it to be really apt.
It's easy to fall in love with literature.
Long talks on the phone late at night, being surprised with flowers you didn't even know you'd like, riding into the biblical sunset.. Sure sounds perfect. But literature can create idealistic (not to mention unrealistic) expectations of love, and ruin the true worth and meaning of relationships. Maybe romance is choosing to work through the ugly instead of searching for perfection. And that love makes any man, novel.
