the man who I thought was asking for directions, but actually did a 180 to tell me I was beautiful at 7:45am (I hadn’t even brushed my teeth yet)
the ability to recognize that the way the man said it was creepy, but move on quickly and not feel icky about it (no!more!girlish!guilt!)
the leaf that fell right in front of my face by the park
my rocket volume maybelline mascara on top of [my] Portrait of the Artist As a Young Man
Blue by Marina
the apple I ate at about 4:48pm
writing 7 and a half pages with my left hand while eating dinner with my right
multi-tasking and listening to The Velvet Underground
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