In love lately
A gorgeous girl and myself.
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lots of little things i’ve been in love with lately
A shade of green that looks like matcha tea and mint ice cream.
People that will dance to the music playing in a store, unashamed.
Those heart-shaped golden lockets with special people in them.
Songs with soft guitar, that sound like a close friend wrote it for you.
Used books with a past reader’s address and name written in them.
The way that Audrey Hepburn sounds when she’s happy.
The people at grocery stores that used to hand out little samples.
Eating on the patio of a restaurant while it’s raining.
The fact that Winnie the Pooh only ate his favorite food, and wore no pants.
How bad most people are at bowling, and how awkward it is to miss all the pins.
Brownies. I am dangerously in love with brownies.
How any place looks so much better with Christmas lights.
People with sideways or crooked smiles.
Calvin and Hobbes.
Water fountains with coins in them.
The crisp sound that children’s books make when opened.
The fact that the French phrase for ‘bookworm’ is ‘inkdrinker’.
Rain on those see-through plastic umbrellas.
When adults swing on swing sets.
Watching dogs meet eachother at a dog park and bounce up and down.
Overly friendly coffee shop baristas.
Stangers that smile for no reason as they pass you.
Sleeping while its raining.
The way muffins smell.
Singing Bohemian Rhapsody as loud as possible.
Syrupy flat soda.
Lipstick, and the way it gets taller when you twist it.
Having a favorite t-shirt.
Discovering a new song and playing it over and over, never getting enough of it.
Middle-of-the-night reckless fast food runs.
Reading a new book that explains something that is 100% you, that you were never able to explain before.
When you first step into a mall and hear the echoey mall sound and the pretzel smell.
Learning really cool fun facts and getting to share them with somebody.
How fast soap makes bubbles.
A really good sandwhich, probably on ciabatta with turkey, pesto, and tomatoes.
Feeling good in an outfit.
The way babies laugh.
Simple vanilla icecream with rainbow sprinkles.
Bottomless rootbeer floats.
Playing classic video games like Zelda or Mario Kart or Dig Dug or Pacman.
When the Peanuts characters dance.
Pirates of the Carribean.
The way Christmas trees look when you unfocus your eyes.
The gasoline/oil smell of old cars and their rumbly engines.
The way that toddlers/babies and dogs interact together.
When toddlers read to their stuffed animals.
The happy onion man.
My 6 year old son sleep-ate a donut,
And my husband got it on camera.
I just watch that video over and over.
It has everything I love most:
My baby's Beatles haircut
- with bonus bedhead -
My husband's Pillsbury Doughboy laugh,
Evidence my son's neurodiverse brain
Will bring him as much fun as it will fight,
An inherited passion for donuts.
Things I’ve been in love with lately
2. Tea. Earl grey and honey lavender are my favorites, especially with lots of milk. My friends and I have 'Weird Tea Day;' every monday we bring some strange flavor of tea and make the others guess the ingredients. The most vexing was a rather turquoise tea that my friend brought, but couldn't find what it was called. I remarked that it tasted exactly like an aquarium smells, and that became the general consensus. We still have no idea what was in it.
3. Lockwood and Co by Jonathan Stroud. An absolutely wonderful series involving ghost fighters in an alternate version of London. If you haven't read it, you should immediately ;)
4. Writing descriptions.
5. Math tests, weirdly.
6. Yak! Yes, the hairy cow things. Wonderful, marvelous, incredible yak, whom I am trying to get everyone to love as much as I do. They've only appeared (kind of) in one story on my Prose account, but that shall not be the end of it. One of my greatest wishes is to meet a yak. (And yes, if you were wondering, this is pretty much as random as it seems).
Thirteen Things I Love :)
1. The Scarlet Pimpernel by Baroness Orczy; the characters and their dialogues are so amusingly witty and the writing style is beautiful. Also, the fact that it was written by a baroness who studied art and not writing makes it twice as good.
2. Italian meatballs.
3. Teaching my brother calligraphy. He has the most awkward, scratchy, tiny writing I’ve ever seen and yet somehow he’s managing to use brush pens after a few days’ practice, and he’s so dedicated to his girlfriend that he’ll learn calligraphy just to write her an invitation to go out.
4. Vietnamese food. But that’s something I’ve been in love with all my life.
5. Writing my journal. I started journalling exactly nine days before my eighth birthday and I’m just about to complete my second book of random thoughts.
6. The sky and nature in general. I keep promising myself that one day I’m going to find some beautiful meadow spread with wildflowers and empty of other people and just lie down to watch the clouds or the stars for an hour. I just have to find the meadow :)
7. Good old Aussie meat pies.
8. The presidential slogan used by W. H. Harrison and J. Tyler, “Tippecanoe and Tyler Too.” Random, but humorous.
10. Telling Americans about Australian slang. They think it’s hilarious that football is shortened to footy.
11. Foreign sweets such as soan papdi and pandan cake :)
12. Polish tongue twisters.
13. Reading the New Testament and a marvellous book called Theology and Sanity which both blows my mind and puts it back together again.
simple things i love
- listening to my dad on his work calls
- my name when typed or spoken by someone else
- the new shirts i got from Khols
- this book i’ve been reading called Simon the Fiddler which i have yet to finish but oh gosh, the writing is just so beautiful, the way the mc talks about music... i feel truly seen and understood
- cold air and the whisper of snow in the forecast
- waiting on writing competition results (which is more nervewracking than enjoyable, and i’m trying not to get my hopes up... but for at least one thing, i think i have a chance)
- the new pink color for my username on discord
- (momentarily) figuring out how to set up a bot for my friend on discord and feeling like a ~woman in sTem~
- the hamsa i colored pink, purple and blue that i taped up to the inside of my desk cork board
- my friend is responding to my texts again and i think she’s gonna be alright
- watching all the marvel and star wars movies with my friend
- writing a lengthy review of thor and why i didnt like it
- ^^ more specifically, being interested in something enough to write about it again
- recognizing directors before seeing their name in the credits
- singing at myself in the mirror
- good hair days
- hot chocolate
- my new bed and the bedspread i ordered
New and Old
Sometimes, new and exciting is the best thing ever.
My new puppy: He makes everything feel lighter, and is so cute and enthusiastic about waking me up in the morning, I can’t even get annoyed about it.
3D building: Promises to be a better, cheaper, faster way to build houses. I hope this technology makes the housing market more accessible to millennials and gen z.
Sometimes, the old ways are the best.
Grass fed cattle allowed to roam in fields all day.
The traditional way of making olive oil.
Farmers markets and farm to table.
Or, a mixture can be amazing.
Old songs remixed by new bands.
A modern house that’s reminiscent of a log cabin.
These are some things I have appreciated, lately. ^_^
What is Love? ...
The few but far between clear night skies lately.
Discovering covers of old songs I loved before including Disturbed’s cover of “Sounds of Silence”
Other songs/artists on Coffee House SiriusXM.
New pieces by amazing writers here are on Prose. That bring back memories of feelings. Or concepts unthought of.
That there may still be hope for us.
have you ever seen
the time lapse
of orange juice left out
the top turns green
with a thick crust of mold
and it looks like a mountain range of rot.
sometimes i wonder if our world is just a glass of orange juice
left out too long.
the ground beneath our feet is just mold
resting on the turmoil of liquids below.
over time, the liquid sinks,
the mold grows,
our landscape changing forever,
melting and reforming,
a great lava flow of beauty.
a time lapse makes weeks go by in seconds,
a snap of the finger and the orange juice goes bad,
the liquid turns to mold,
the gold turns to lead,
if we sped up the millenia,
turned our world into a time lapse,
would we look like that glass of orange juice?
slowly rotting until
we're just a pile of mold?
will all that is sweet and good
be turned to bitter fungus?
maybe we are already rotting,
too naive too see the juice solidifying,
crumbling beneath our feet.
maybe we can't tell right now,
because our world is so slow.
maybe one day,
we'll be a glass of orange juice,
in a white studio room,
being left to rot under a time lapse,
and watched for entertainment.
the question is,
how many minutes
will our history
be reduced to?
maybe our world will flash by in seconds,
a time lapse watched by aliens in school,
fascinated by our failure.
the world is rotting.
can you see it?
How people are reaching out to other people to help them through this pandemic.
People that don't judge or conclude me by the color of my skin, because it was never a choice for me.
Fear, because it is an emotion that we all share during this plague and it does not discriminate.