I, thy annoyed brunette, do hereby announce that I possess approximately 47 urgent tasks, 3 emotional breakdowns pending, and a to-do list longer than a medieval scroll.
Yet alas—my ass hath chosen violence, grumpiness, and general bad vibes instead of productivity. I’m in full “dramatic sigh, stares out window” mode.
I seriously doubt I’ll ever really move on from this book—maybe I’m being dramatic, but I keep going back to it. True love is all about seeing someone’s annoying quirks and still choosing to be with them. Honestly, I think my whole Roman Empire is just me ranting about love.