Sounds cliche, I know, but the truth is, babies make me happy. Bird song. Hearing laughter through an open window as I'm passing by a house. Stopping to rest on a park bench and watching squirrels chasing each other. Watching happy couples walking hand in hand.
Soft rain falling on my face and shoulders. And toast with real butter.

Mar. 29/17
12:25 am
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clean sheets, beautiful flowers

Being grateful for honest friends

Bicycles and sunshine, rainbows, butterlyies all that jazz

plants

coffee, warm blankets out of the dryer on cold nights, neck kisses