1. David finished reading the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy out loud to me last week. The ending was so incredibly moving, so beautiful, I cried quite a bit. David didn’t realise I was crying until he finished reading. It took us about seven months to get through. Sometimes he would read out loud for an hour, as I drifted off to sleep. I am so blessed to have a husband who reads to me. We’re currently reading The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe. A very different style, but still excellent. I haven’t read it since I was in grade three. I played Lucy in a school production of TLTWTW, so I have a special affinity with her.
2. Related to the point above, listening to this song and crying. Crying is actually pretty great sometimes.
3. The discovery of a cozy little place that serves green tea lattes and cinnamon-y chocolate-y waffles.
4. Cats. They’re always great. Dreaming about getting our own little buddies someday when we have a garden big enough for them to explore.
5. The fragile beauty of poppies. Their colours are as bold as fireworks.
6. Cold air, warm sun. Autumn and her blazing leaves.
7. Doing a course I love, learning amazing things and dreaming of a future where I can help make people’s lives better.
8. Being preoccupied with thoughts of Japan.
9. Scarves, boots, cardigans. Blankets, hot water bottles, pillows.
10. Redemption.

thedustdancestoo:

she felt insignificant, that’s all.
especially at night with the lights off,
or whenever she looked up into space.

238,850.737 miles

that’s the distance to the moon,
she thought, trying to breathe
but unable to move her lungs

because the distance between things
was measured more in feelings
than feet—

and she felt it, deep and encompassing,
inside every part of her,
as if it were swallowing her up. 

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