Instead of doing anything productive over spring break, I finished the entire series of Ten Miles of Peach Blossoms. The entire 58 episode wuxia drama. I know. I am probably insane. I'm having some terrible terrible drama withdrawals, and I might actually be going crazy. The drama is a historical/fantasy/fiction wuxia drama and I'm a er for these types. The title and the whole pink cute love posters are a little bit off putting, given how amazing the drama actually is. The humor is A++ in this one. And of course, Wuxia dramas and their themes of tragedy and loss in death. Ugh this drama was packed with so many life lessons and themes. I didn't cry a single tear for 56 episodes and then the last two episodes my eyes were like waterfalls. Dear god. Somebody make me a clone of Yehua so I can love him forever. Those babycheeks, all black clothing, and long hair- I can't not love him. 

This drama's inspiring me to be depressing as hell and all I've been painting lately is tragedy and loss and deep deep longing. But it hurts so gooodddd ughh.