a list of things that make me happy.

Cold mornings when I need to wrap the covers tight and bury my head beneath the surface.
Coffee in the afternoons.
The way the grass is after it rains and how it crunches underneath my feet. It breaks away with ease. It's beautiful, being destroyed.
Gray skies and fog because I like the world better in a monotone. Colours are overrated -like the sunshine or the heat.
Oversized and sleeved shirts that I can tug down to cover every inch of me. The ones that I can burrow into. The ones that feel safe, contained.
Pastel colours, they're undefined and vague. ((like my soul 0.o))
Hardcover books. They look brilliant stacked next to eachother.
Second hand novels have so much history behind them. Well, in the sense that I like the idea of books being passed around through the years, kept pristine and mint.
The smell of peppermint after a shower.
Pale skin after it's been washed.
Drawings that are left as sketches. They are so rough, emotional. They don't need to be covered and perfected.
The way her eyes look when she laughs and you can see the green-blue-white well when her cheeks are flushed.
Her smile. It's everything. 

--Andria