a list of little things I love

• acoustic covers of hip hop songs.
• the feeling of cold air hitting hot, wet lips after kissing outside.
• when you put some sort of extra effort into your appearance and somebody, anybody, notices and makes a point of saying so.
• weird youtubers who I can imagine myself being friends with and doing weird things with. "doing weird things with" that sounds creepier/pervier than what I actually intended. I just mean that, I am a weird girl, and I do strange things to amuse myself, and that certain youtubers seem like they would be amused my similarly strange things. I don't lnow.
• people who laugh when I make that's what she said jokes.
• evening naps.
• bizarre tumblr memes.
• the rare and glorious occasions where one can procure some cotton candy.
• shoes that don't make my feet look monstrously long.
• owl jewelry like this and this. (both of which are a part of my creepy-owl-lady collection)
• meeting people who are at least just as weird as I am.
• the way my Van lo-pros fit my feet just perfectly.
• when you don't need to say it, because they know.
• anytime I have the option of choosing for something to be green.
• going out to breakfast.
• aimless vlogs.
• smoldering eye-contact, but also sweetly awkward, affectionate eye contact.
• when my hair dries in nice curls rather than a wild mane of craziness.
• free samples.
• moments of stillness.
• the Starbucks holiday cups.
• friendship bracelets.
• book smell.
• impromptu dancing.
• ankle boots.
• new nail polish.
• natural highlights.
• films intended for children.
• people who give up their seat on the train/bus to someone more deserving.
• the quiet anonymity of public transportation.
• my hot pink body pillow.
• people who will talk to me in the dark until I fall asleep.
• any opportunity for a that's what she said joke.
• being alone in a public restroom.
  
• getting to the coffee cart at school at JUST the right time so that I get a newly brewed cup of the toxic sludge they serve there, which although still vile is infinitely better than the lukewarm sludge I force down otherwise.
• the fact that I am on a first name basis with every single employee at the local 7-11.
• sweater weather.
• photographs that capture genuine laughter.
• friends who still like me despite my soft spot for rape jokes.
• fleece blankets.
• McDonalds vanilla ice-cream cones.
• artificially colored carnations.
• moments of serendipitous beauty.
• freshly sharpened pencils.