
Cooking: warm your soul up soups. these kinds are tomato based, fyi.
Drinking: 1/2 sweet non-fat pumpkin spice lattes; because fuck it, they're delicious.
Reading: Harry Potter... And no, I am not ashamed.
Wanting: The weather to find comfort at 14-16 degrees Celsius, and stay there for a good long while.
Looking: At old photos and sincerely missing my blonde locks.
Wasting: the weekends away cuddling. funny how it doesn't feel like a waste when you do that, though.
Wishing: January 1st would come faster so I can have the most handsome person sharing my space with me.
Waiting: for January 1st, rather impatiently.
Enjoying: how unbelievable it is what finds you when you stop looking, and how what found you is what you had been looking for, wanting & needing your whole entire life.
Liking: the direction life is taking me.
Wondering: If my life has come this far in a year, what is next Fall going to look like?
Loving: sunsets.
Hoping: that this season, I actually start to enjoy jogging. not just pretend I do once.
Marveling: At the goals I set myself for love & life this time last year that have come true, almost like serendipity.
Needing: more storage. and then a little bit more storage
Smelling: vanilla, cinnamon & coffee scentsy. is that a scent they sell? no, that's a "I'm too impatient for this one to melt fully, so i'll just combine all three and hope for the best". results were very pleasurable.
Wearing: the dolce & gabbana "pour femme" rollerball I got at Ulta last year, only to be forgotten about and loved one year later.
Following: instagram accounts of french bulldogs, and british fashionistas. inspiration and future fur babies.
Noticing: how much I love this sleepy little town more and more as I get older.
Knowing: I really shouldn't read the spoilers for homeland, but I reeeally want to.
Thinking: about all of my smartest ideas, right before I fall asleep.
Feeling: unbelievably loved.
Bookmarking: crockpot recipes for the coming winter. I will be domestic!!
Opening: treasure boxes from high school since my parents are moving, and letting nostalgia crash over me like waves.
Giggling: all the time. I never knew myself to be so giggly.
Feeling: amazingly, peacefully, content.


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