- Pulling a potato chip out of the bag that’s way too big to fit into your mouth, trying to do it anyway and having it break and crumble all over you.
- Falling asleep while reading a book so engrossing that it’s impossible to put down and having it permeates your dreams.
- My curls giving off the impression that I was just fucked wildly, perpetually.
- Scratching an itch at the center of your back and then having to run your nails over the entire thing because the itch tried to escape you and ran around trying to find a place to hide where you couldn’t reach.
- Wrecking a tiny red moleskin for no purpose other than boredom and bliss.
- Spicy food burning your tongue and satiating your desires all at once.
- The deliberate stroke of a well taught, much experienced tattoo artist and the graceful, painful, beautiful slicing of their needles over your flesh, injuring and enlightening you.
- Movie scores, no matter the film, making me emote in ways that nothing else can: having to rub goosebumps down, hold my body still from a shiver, fight back tears from the power.
- Reading a piece of literature, eyes covering each page frantically, mouth agape, pausing to absorb after every paragraph for a split second before hungrily devouring more, and at the end breathless from the author’s talent.
- The look of a flesh toned, glossy lip paired with a dramatic eye.
- My teeny, tiny, impossible to remove, possibly grown literally into my septum itself, may need surgery, ring.
- Ghetto gold: big hoop and door knocker earrings; rope and herring bone and nameplate necklaces; dozens of thin bangles all in a row clanging together like wind chimes with every motion.
- Licking warm fruit and tobacco tainted lips after the first puff of a blunt rolled in flavored Phillies.
- Being able to secretly pretend in my mind that I’m my favorite character in a film I just watched, feeling my childish desires fulfilled even though my days of openly exploring my imagination in that way have long gone.
- Feeling someone watching you and looking up to find someone staring into your eyes as if you were the most interesting person on the planet, only to break away as soon as they are realized.
- The resemblance in sound of stepping on a twig and a bone breaking.
- Cuticles growing back jagged and tough after a manicure and returning to you your chew toys.
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Listening to: All Time Low – Dear Maria, Count Me In
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Things I Love:
When you write like this.
-Being able to secretly pretend in my mind that I’m my favorite character in a film I just watched, feeling my childish desires fulfilled even though my days of openly exploring my imagination in that way have long gone.
-Feeling someone watching you and looking up to find someone staring into your eyes as if you were the most interesting person on the planet, only to break away as soon as they are realized.
Those are my two favorites. Thanks for this!
Feeling someone watching you and looking up to find someone staring into your eyes as if you were the most interesting person on the planet, only to break away as soon as they are realized.
<3
Thing I love:
This post.
you.
one of the people I love and am inspired by.