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| Two Women at a Window, Bartolome Esteban Murillo |
My favorite part of...
lattes the foamy milk that gets stuck at the bottom of the cup, requiring you to stick your entire face in there to get it all
hand lotion that finally-soaked-in feeling when your hands don't feel greasy anymore
spoons getting them to stick to your forehead like my Uncle Rick does
novels finding out that what you thought was going to happen is nowhere near as juicy as what actually happens
handwriting making up your own style without worrying about getting marks taken off in school
apples the sweetness that lasts through the entire fruit, and I mean everything but the seeds
poems how one day a poem will explain your feelings entirely but the next day it makes no sense
musicals seeing your guy friends dressed in pastel suits and makeup
classical music how I can listen to it as loudly as possible and it still won't distract me from my homework (unlike blogging)
mechanical pencils smooth as lead and never in need of sharpening
windows the way they let in the morning light and wake me up
museums the conversations they inspire
gift shops finally being able to touch and pick up something after just looking for hours
rain the way it sounds on my roof and lulls me to sleep
today how friends show up exactly when I need them
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