bubbles...

What am I do the night I should be studying for finals and the tests that could decide my future you may ask?

I’m blowing bubbles.

No joke. I’m lying on my back and blowing into a salmon colored wand. Watching the transparent, soapy orbs glide up to the ceiling where they promptly pop and send down a shower of soapy water onto myself.

Bubbles are such fascinating things. I feel as though it’s clinically impossible not to love them. The funny part is I can’t actually pinpoint what it is that’s so special about them. I mean they just look and feel so magical and special.

Even though it may be a slight pain in the ass to make them.

I feel like people could learn a lot from bubbles. They’re just so free. They just keep flying and flying till they pop. They’re clear too. As if they have nothing to hide. They’re so fragile, but, as I said earlier, you can’t resist them.

I genuinely think the world would be a better place if people were more like bubbles.

Today's song:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4yhUPl71m30&index=9&list=PLFwnfesfYZuwj4ZtVminpSDYSBvGCCtZo