Scabs & scars.


Raucous, snow-braved, jubilant, drunken, & glow-sticky birthday celebrations with people you adore.


Eating things with an oversized spoon.


The hot buzz of a new tattoo.


Warm and voluminous birthday love from friends.

Case in fricking point:

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When someone is shouting in order to talk to you over loud noise and all of the sudden the loud noise stops and they end up shouting something awkward into the silence causing everyone to turn around and look at them.


The 64-pack of Crayola crayons (with built-in sharpener). Particularly: plum, mahogany, and blue green (NOT green blue).


Chunky peanut butter.


A great night out with the girls.


i carry your heart with me

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear

no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

ee cummings


That my best guy friend knitted me a scarf before leaving for Burma for 2+ months. (Safe travels, D!)


Watching animals sleep.


The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay.


Guys' hands and feet.


The kitchen choreography of cooking a nice big meal for you and a boy.


When music becomes the soundtrack for a moment, making it feel like a scene in a movie.


When you're reading something and the author uses a phrase so perfect but unexpected that it nearly breaks your heart.


Being deliciously drunk. (The kind of delicious drunkenness where you're all flirt and lack of inhibitions and goofy joyfulness and talking-too-loud and grin and laugh and non-vomitiness.)


The communal bustle of the city as it prepares to batten down for a huge snowstorm.


Those scented markers. Mmmmm orangey.


Waking up on a workday an hour before your alarm goes off, and getting to roll back over, smush your face into super-softee blankets, and go back to sleep.


The way that sunshine in the winter makes me feel in love with everything around me.


Waking up to pristine, unwalked through snow.


Cleaning a thick layer of fuzz from the lint trap on the dryer.


The ritual of watching (from your cubicle) the cute dude from your building arrive at work in the morning and leave at night. And the fact that the only real reason you like him is 'cause he has a nice solid walk.


When people have big heads.


Stomping on the paper-thin layer of ice that sometimes forms over puddles.


Being able to give really good directions to someone who's lost and stops to ask you for directions.