I don't care about the counterargument. All I know is that enough happens to prove the magical can coexist with the mundane. Enough happens to prove to me that it is demanding our attention. And our action.
This is our weird reality. But I’m no stranger to weird realities—a secretly hopeless romantic with commitment issues; a constant daydreamer with the tendency to overthink; a lover of silence with the nervous habit of saying too much, then analyzing every word; an optimistic wannabe always expecting the worst; a girl who hates drama, but… Continue reading Our Weird Reality