Beanie level: Rooftop room dweller

Day 15, February


Official Notice of Hiatus.

I’ve got things I need to focus on, aside from the internet and dramas, for a while.

Happy Drama Watching!



Day 14 Love, February Round Up ~

Thank you, so much, to everyone who participated this year, those who wrote, those who read, those who reflected on the space love has in their lives.

I pray we live each day making space for the love of the simple, and mundane, and seek to give that same consideration to the people we come across as we keep living, as we keep going forward.


Day 13 Love February Round Up
Songs can put you right back in a certain place and time, with the people from then surrounding you. With a few chords, I am back in a sunny car singing loud with them.


Day 12 Love February Round Up
If anyone wondered, this year for valentines my mom sent socks patterned with dinosaurs breathing fire.
Family is often exasperating, but they know us too well.


Day 14 ~

I took a long walk,
Looked at flowers
Drank coffee
Ate dumplings, buns, kimchi fried rice
Saw Amber Liu in concert
Drove home late

It was a good Valentines Day
Love, February


One day left of Love February.

To those holding onto their words, who have written but still afraid to share.
I can never share the ones that mean the most.
You’re not alone.
Love, February


Day 13
Eric Nam
Love, February


Random idea, no one has to participate ~ but a Love, February playlist?

Add links to your favorite songs, be they about love, rain, or what have you.

I’ll start.


Day 11 Love February Round Up ~

I have this headcanon that, somewhere on DB, the plot of Shop Around the Corner is happening.

Fighting! I ship you!


Day 10 Round Up Love February ~

Go to minute 1:38 on this video. It’s weird but someone repeatedly sings “February” in the background.

You’re welcome.


Day 9 Round Up ~

Who am I kidding, I’m being over paid in love. Unforgettableeeeee love ~


Day 8 Round Up ~

To make it fun y’all (because I’m in sweats at my apartment after not sleeping for three days), I’m going to add music.

Don’t ask for it to be relevant, that’s above my paygrade.


Day 12 ~


    When I was little my sister drew a mustache (in ink!) on my most beautiful doll.

    We both cried so much my dad didn’t know which one to comfort.

    My sister hated social activity, and would cry inconsolably if she had to go to school, learn to swim, read, anything.

    My mom would bribe her to do the very activities I never got rewarded for.

    My sister had a problem with lying, sometimes for no reasons she would make up falsehoods about the things around her.

    I still can’t lie without either crying or laughing.

    She was always so sickly and frail as a child, multiple infections, doctors’ visits. We were born the same weight, but I was always so much taller, so much more “filled out.”

    Now the same height, the same weight, the same to the point strangers will stop us “near identical twins” as we go about in public. (She says she doesn’t want us to be twins, but who keeps buying us matching pajama sets and the same shirts in different colors? )

    My sister used to throw away my clothes while I was away. She told me I wasn’t allowed to wear red sweats and t shirts anymore.

    Every little while since I’m handed a new dress, a new skirt, a new shirt, that’s exactly my style, while she rolls her eyes and says it didn’t suit her but she thought it would me.

    She became popular in middle school, but still says she was forced to make friends because I cared more for books than her.

    I scoff in reply, I read aloud to you from my books often enough, didn’t I?

    I planned to spend this Valentines’ Day with her, I bought us tickets to a concert for Christmas and we planned it for months.

    She canceled on me the other day.

    Yesterday and the day before and the day before she knew I would be having hard days and texted me encouraging gifs. I called her as I drove home this morning, and she sleepily accused me of waking her up.

    She had told me to call as I drove since she was concerned over how tired I was yesterday. She stayed on the phone for half an hour that she didn’t have, giving me practical encouragement as I whined.

    We take turns being the practical one, the inconsiderate one, we are collectively the lazy ones.

    Last summer we went on a sisters’ trip to Europe, and didn’t talk to each other as we sat drinking coffee and people watching. We fought and made up and chased each other as we lost each other in the countryside.

    She knows me the better and the worse of me. We both have tempers we try to control. We’re old enough now to know we never want to lose the person who doesn’t pause as we each insert asides and sings along to the chorus a statement reminds us of before calmly continuing the story. The person you don’t have to explain yourself to, but still do because you need to rant. And who still listens, even if they do house and run errands while they do.

    Love, February


When you feel like death and laughter.
Love, February


Day 11 ~ Love, February


    I celebrate Valentine’s Day because of my mom.

    Because we always celebrated Valentine’s Day.

    My mom was the first I knew to say that Valentine’s is a holiday for love, and anyone who thinks romantic love is the only kind worth celebrating is an idiot.

    Valentine’s growing up meant making cards for everyone in the family. It meant my dad buying my mother roses and a large box of chocolates (that us kids actually ate). It meant a fancy meal (by fancy I mean my mom broke out the lace tablecloth from her grandmother that had the coffee stain that she strategically hid under the flowers), with lit candles, and some sort of trinket gift sitting at each place.

    Some years it was a heart shaped balloon for each, another a small plush, often it was candy, once it was a necklace that I wear when I want to recall my family’s love.

    After dinner, we would make a giant heart shaped cookie cake, and take turns writing our names out in my mom’s always perfect buttercream frosting (I don’t know why, I just can never make my frosting as good as hers’). She said the cookie heart filled with our names represented our family, and how our hearts were filled with each other.

    Yes, cheesiness runs in the family.

    My first year away in college I got super homesick around Valentine’s Day, and ended up crying to my mom on the phone as she discussed who would be home for dinner and cookie cake that year.

    The next day I got a giant jar of chocolate covered raisins in the college post office, with a note encouraging me to make heart shaped cookies regardless of where I was or who I was with. (Chocolate covered raisins were a treat I learned to eat because my mom liked them, and it became our special thing, sharing a bag of chocolate covered raisins, which none of my siblings particularly liked).

    Every year since then my parents’ have sent me something for Valentines’ day, whether it be random spatulas, eco sourced candy (that did NOT taste good), hand lotion, chocolate, heavily wrapped homemade wacky cake, flowers, a gift card to a local restaurant, etc. etc.

    They don’t really give me birthday gifts anymore, but somehow I know they will always try to treat me for Valentines’ Day.

    Because anyone who thinks a holiday of love is only meant for romance IS an idiot.

    Love, February


    Thank you @bcampbell1662 for reminding me of how lucky I am to have my mom ~

    PS ~ switching my sleep wake cycle has been simply awful, I apologize for any quality of my writing, becuase honestly I’m not that coherent at the momenttttttt







      You just reminded me of eating chocolate covered raisins with my mom! I dont remember when it fell away but definitely a treat when I was in grade school and middle school.


Day 10 ~ 3 AM


Hey February Beanies ~

Due to some stuff, I likely won’t be able to do daily round ups the next few days ~ please keep tagging me, and I should be able to catch them all up on Wednesday!

Thanks for all the great posts!


It’s a sunny Sunday morning, so let me just share some songs with you, and we can sit back and close our eyes and rest this sabbath day ~

My mind goes from song to song rather randomly, no need to figure out how these connect to each other.
Love, February


Love February ~ Day 7 Round Up ~

Halfway through. Love, Fighting!


Appropriate song for 3 am.