I want to restart & do everything differently! This doesn't stem from regret, but gratitude. I will cherish this life for the lessons it taught me, & I want to use them to live a childhood my younger self deserved.

Tears weren't involved, but Lorna Wu's version of the Ballad of the Witches' had we wishing for an external reaction beyond heartache.

"If I can't reach you, let my song teach you All you need to keep our love alive If I can't hold you, remember what I told you It's the only way we survive, we survive

What's lost is found, what's fierce is bound, we're broken and we're burned But take a breath and dance with death, my love cannot be turned"

It's art like this that make me question if I'm more empathetic & compassionate than I'm aware of.

Easily the Lunatic of Étretat. I wish I knew how to upload an image on here to show it, but I'll probably have to censor it regardless due to her eyes: as if killed & ressurected by grief & torment, yet akin to any mother vigilant to protect her young. Does it matter at all if that log is not her "true" baby? How much of a lie is it, really? This painting strikes cords within me like a melody, with lyrics I have yet to decode. Lovely & chilling.

Shrek 2, for the holiday season!

Infinity Nikki!

Rhythm and Labyrinth have eluded me to a comical degree. . .

Top spot for my favourite is tied between Pudding and French Vanilla. It's saddening that I don't buy them often, they can be a heavy beverage.

My pearls have always brought me great comfort; my lucky charms, I suppose! They are my signature jewels and I'm thrilled to add more to my collection. ♡