I'm not angsty or sad, I just had this novel snippet in my head for a while.

Now I know... there's no such thing as miracles.

Regardless of the revelation, Marius still believed. No matter what he repeated to himself, he still hoped. He'd pray for a miracle like a diver for an air pocket; idealism was like breathing to him, and it wasn't something he could give up no matter how hard he tried to change. Like a diseased thing, he'd keep clinging to the idea that maybe a miracle would finally happen and prove him wrong. Of course it never came, of course he knew better, and of course he couldn't stop hoping. For that, he loathed himself, more than he would than if he had been born cynical in the first place. Disappointment was the only thing he was certain of anymore.

End of Year Memes + New Cockatiel

After many years since our parrot Catherwood passed away, Mom got a new cockatiel for Christmas! We're not sure what its gender is, but we named it Sydney after the Australian city. Its chirps sound like a squeaky toy, which is adorable. Mom and Dad have been talking affectionately about Syd too, which makes me happy.

( End of the Year Fandom Meme! )

( Annnnnnd another one! )