things that make me go huh.

It's curious and strange and icky all at once. Sort of like wet play doh. The end of an era? The end of a legend? Who knows? Even black holes have an ending.

That little thing called....

Love. I have, and I'm sure many of you have as well, spent untold and untellable hours trying to figure this thing called love out. What is it? Why is it? Why does it hurt so much? Why does it bring so much joy? Does it really cure all ills, or does it cause more issues than it cures?

Here's a bit of my take on it, for what it's worth.
( Who wrote the book of... )

We are all Soulmates. We are all worthy to love. We are all worthy of love.