I am an eclectic dichotomy, bashfully brazen. A concrete nomad who suffers constant wanderlust. A cynic who believes in magic. I'm down to earth but my dreams are big. I love all that is beautiful. And words.
This gif pretty much summarizes how i feel after like every book i finish:
Me after reading The Fault in Our Stars.
Of all the nymphs of river and wood, a dryad named Echo was the best beloved. She was not only very beautiful and very kind, but had a haunting musical voice. The other dryads and naiads and creatures of the wood begged her to sing to them and tell them stories - and she did. She was a great favorite of Aphrodite, who used to come all the way from Olympus to chat with Echo and listen to her tales. Being goddess of love, she was especially concerned with gossip - which is mostly about who loves whom and what they are doing about it. And Echo kept her entertained as no one else could.
Aphrodite said, “All the world asks me for favors, Echo. But not you. Tell me, is there not someone you would wish to love you? Some man, boy, god? Just name him, and I will send my son Eros, who will shoot him with his arrow and make him fall madly in love with you.”
But Echo laughed and said, “Alas, sweet Aphrodite, I have seen no man who pleases me. And gods are too fickle. Man and boy - I look at them all very carefully - but none seems beautiful enough to match my secret dream. When the time comes, I shall ask your help - if it ever comes.”
"Well, you are lovely enough to demand the best," said Aphrodite. "On the other hand, the best happens only once. And who can wait so long? However, I am always at your service."
Now Echo did not know this, but at the moment the most beautiful boy in the whole world was lost in that very wood, trying to find his way out. His name was Narcissus, and he was so handsome that he had never been able to speak to any woman except his mother. For any girl who saw him immediately fainted. Of course this also gave him a very high opinion of himself. And as he went through the woods, he thought:
"Oh, how I wish I could find someone as beautiful as I. I will not be friends with anyone less perfect in face or form. Why should I? This leaves me lonely, true, but it’s better than lowering myself."
So he walked along the path, but he was going the wrong way, getting more and more lost. In the other part of the wood, Echo had just said farewell to Aphrodite and was coming back to the hollow tree in which she lived. She came to a glade in the forest and there saw something that made her stop in astonishment and hide behind a tree. For whom did she see but Zeus himself - king of the gods, lord of the sky. He was leaning on his volt-blue lightning shaft, holding a river nymph by the shoulder, and she was smiling up at him.
"Well," said Echo. "He’s at it again. Won’t Aphrodite enjoy hearing about this!”
But then her attention was caught by something else. She turned to see a tall purple-clad figure moving through the trees toward the glade. She recognized Hera, queen of the gods, jealous wife of Zeus, and she realized that Hera must have heard of what Zeus was doing, and was coming to catch him. And so the kind hearted nymph hurried forward and curtsied low before Hera, saying, “Greetings, great queen. Welcome to the wood.”
"Hush, fool!" whispered Hera. "Don’t say a word! I am trying to take someone by surprise."