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mushabooms
I love to walk in the grass late at night and feel the moist blades between my toes. I love rediscovering a song that meant alot to me years ago and having the old emotions wash over me in waves and reflect on how different things were then and now. I love voicing kind thoughts I have about strangers, from how beautiful their baby is to how nice that colour is on them. I love writing paragraphs from chapters of the books I'll never write. I love waking up early on Sunday morning, rolling over in the white duvet and letting the slow realization wash over me that I have absolutely no where to be for hours, and tangling myself back around the sheets and drifting off for more zzzz's. I love making playlists based around an activity, person, or feeling. I love making obvious statements on the weather. I love baking to share. I love reading second hand books and reading the inscriptions and wondering who owned the book before me, and what they thought about the words within. I love the sound of crashing waves at dusk, the smell of old seaweed, the sound of crying gulls and tug boat horns. I love being in alone in line ups and catching bits and pieces of stranger's conversations. I love the feeling of wearing a new pair of shoes out for the first time. I love bus stops, train stations, ferry terminals and airports. I love kissing someone new.
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