... but when your beloved never even learned that they had broken it, or that there was anything to break in the first place, their blissful ignorance attains twice the amount of tragic sour grapes flavor in your mouth.
The golden era of Beverly Hills 90210, Friends, and Step by Step has left the chat. We are subjected to shows that make zero sense (I am looking at you, Riverdale) or leave us with little to no artistic impression. In this age of consumerism and extreme competition, networks and streaming services are spitting out TV shows faster than you can say “The Vampire Diaries was a pretty big mess towards the final season, too.”
A messenger of the world beyond ensconces on your window sill. The fluffy red crown of its bright feathers spurring waves of calmness, circulating in your blood.
Equal rights, equal opportunity. It seems that the crusade of women to prove that they are competent enough to run businesses, intelligent enough to invest in stock markets, ruthless enough to be the head of a corporation that sells manly stuff, might not be entirely accurate.
One is a mega-successful international pop-star, the other a fictional murderer with a nick for disfigurement and torture games. Yet, there is an undeniable connection between them – an underbelly reason of why we are drawn to them. We often find themselves rooting for villains. Their complexity speaks to our souls because we all know that the core of our souls is not perfect, either.