She acts like Summer, and walks like rain...

This song is beautiful. (:

In nature there's no blemish but the mind;
None can be called deformed but the unkind;
Virtue is beauty, but the beauteous evil
Are empty trunks o'erflourished by the devil.

"She hated how he had spoilt her idea of self-will. She was disgusted by how he had disfigured, distorted the beauty of strength of the mind and soul beyond recognition. She now associated that perception of individual strength with excessive pride, arrogance even, and she detested it. Because self-will is supposed to yield results of a similar magnitude. Because true self-will is confidence, but it is a humble and responsible confidence, not low self-esteem that was garishly disguised with an excess of pride."

Hmm. This excerpt is so true.

Flaw, flawed, flawless...

I've got so much things to say, but I no longer want to say them out using such a public medium. Or at least, not the things that I really want to say.

He said, "Aren't you human too?"

And I didn't know how to answer him.

My heart skipped a most gigantic beat today, and its a wonder I didn't die. Everything in my body system stopped for that brief moment, I'm sure of it. I felt as if I had been Petrified.

Okay, I'm very drama mama sometimes, but it honestly felt so real. The Petrified thing, I mean.