> What brings you joy? đź’Ś
whenever someone notices hidden details about me, specially if I didn't notice it first
there's nothing that makes me happier than my books and stuffed animals <3
The smell of rain.
Getting the best table in a cafe.
Getting to use that esoteric knowledge.
A comfortable silence between you and a loved one.
Your favorite song turned up loud.
Sunsets and the smell of the ocean and the sound of the waves crashing
I love when we stretch, especially in the mornings, it’s so cute.
I love how we leave flowers for loved ones. Flowers are nature’s beauty and I think it’s a really sweet gesture
I Like how we journal. Like, we just write whatever we want just for ourselves to see.
I like the idea of a chair. It’s just like a piece of elevated ground for us to sit on.
I love mountains overlooking oceans or massive bodies of water.
I love putting Vaseline on my lips because they feel soft after.
I really really love books. I won’t go into it because so many already have.
I love photography and sculptures. Wowow, I looovee sculptures.
Starting a new notebook
Pens with *that* glide. Pen snobs know
Random acts of kindness
Seeing people achieve a goal - big or small, just seeing their face when they realise they did it
Light reflected on water - Moonlight, city lights, doesn’t matter
When someone *really* enjoys something I cooked/baked for them.
Feeling the sun on the back of my neck
The smell of fresh laundry… Oh! Fresh bed sheets
The way new books smell
One time, I had a really Really sweet raspberry. Like, this raspberry was probably the best thing I’ve ever had so far in my years of living. It was a cathartic experience, eating that raspberry.
watching my cat yawn (it’s adorable)
I love writing cursive t’s and I’s and I love when people say “crossing ts and dotting i’s”
i think jack o lanterns look cheerful
I really like the taste and texture of mushrooms (:
the sound of waves
i absolutely adore clementines (: i eat them till i get sick
I love eye contact. It makes me feel really human in a way I can’t describe. It makes me feel smiley and warm inside
I love looking at the moon or a cloud and thinking someone else is looking at the same thing I am right now while being so far away.
I love it when people make food for people, or just randomly bring over food, it’s such a cute way of caring.
I love when you look at someone and they look at you back and you’re just kinda squinting or raising your eye brows or smiling at each other.
I love when people do something cute or embarrassingly cute and you’re the only one that sees it
The warm sun on your skin after being in a cold building. Dancing. Storytelling. Iced coffee. Sunflowers. Thinking about Jesus. Poems that reach into your brain and pull your heart out. Mismatched teacups. Laughing until you cry. Texts from friends you haven’t heard from in a while. Notes in books from past owners. Summertime. Ballets. Dogs.
I love the feeling of sun on my skin
Your blog makes me happy
Watching rain turn to snow makes me happy
The smell of espresso makes me happy.
I love when people out of nowhere start whispering.
This one is kinda weird but I love when people have physical reactions like flinching ever so slightly or moving out of the way.
I love dough. And I love when I’m making dough I think back to people from many many years ago and I think about if they loved the soft, squishy feeling of dough as much as I do.
when my cat snores
when someone tries to hide a smile but can’t help it
when the air smells different in spring
when I close my eyes with the window down in the car and let the breeze and sun hit my face while a good song plays on the radio
when the light changes in my bedroom as day turns to night
daydreaming
writing
Had this thought while showering but I love our skin. And I love the fact that there is probably a horse with an almost exact skin colour as myself and everyone
lifes kinda crappy but i make bread from scratch and give it to people i love. and im always looking forward to the next time i can take a walk in nature.
Writing on my journal snuggling my cozy blanket
Playing Sudoku on my phone with EDM on the background
Hugging one of my six cats, or the six of them!!!
“Seriously, Hun, I've been spending the last 8 months of my life asking to myself this question, because I realized I knew what I dislike, hate or feel uncomfortable... But I wasn't that suuure about what my "happiness" is. Now I feel like happiness is the choice I make that give me either freedom, inner peace or a spark of joy... So I see happiness in almost every decision I make through the day”
sunsets at the beach. The salt in the air. The sound of seagulls and the stars
the moon makes me really happy
The pitter patter of rain against my window
Freshly baked bread
how did I get past my writer’s block for a specific scene I was rewriting?
i tried rewriting the same scene in the same way with different words
i tried changing character povs
i tried cutting out the first part of the scene
i tried cutting out / significantly changing the second part of the scene
i basically just wrote a hundred false starts and hated all of them.
but all these false starts helped me build context. I learned more about the characters, and I learned about what the scene did and did not need to do to be successful.
i took a step back and looked what was important - primarily introducing the main conflict and giving the reader a sense of the main character’s personality, but on a subtler level I also need to set up the important relationship that the entire story hinges upon. And this last part turned out to be the missing key - I needed to make the inciting incident tell us more about the relationship between the two characters.
So I did a bit of everything in the end. I cut out the initial writing-myself-into-the-story bits but kept the first bits of action, and just did a better job of weaving character development into that. I moved the inciting incident a little further back to allow for more character development time, and also to make the character introduction feel more natural and meaningful.
and yeah, it still needs line edits and some fleshing out (it is still only draft two), but I finally don’t hate this scene and it makes way more sense for what I want out of an opening scene for this story
one of my favorite ways to spend the time on this silly little app has to be looking up posts about songs or albums that i am currently obsessed with and see people sharing their love for them. i love it. i love seeing humans care so much about one song, each for multiple different reasons, to the point of writing so beautifully about their fondness for it and post it for strangers to see. it's like, you posted about this song in 2015 and your opinion about it resonates with me in 2024. i love it, please don't you ever stop.
You ever just go through an author’s body of work, fic after fic and like want to cry because everything is just so good and you know that this author has got you and you trust them implicitly to take your heart on a wild ride of angst and pining and love and happy feels?
Yeah.
Seriously, bless fic writers. We owe them so much.
We go months without a single song from Rep and then we get two in as many days
just found out that stoats hunt twice the size of them like rabbits by aggressively and eccentrically dancing around it with their little slinky rigatoni bodies so it can confuse the absolute fuck out of its prey until it can get close enough to jump on its back like some shadow of the colossus shit and take it down
when i was a kid i used to respond to the "glass half full/half empty" question by asking how the liquid in the glass got there in the first place. nobody ever gave me a chance to explain my reasoning so i'm doing it now
if you have a glass and it has some liquid in it, up to the halfway line, whether it is empty or full depends on what happened before the question was asked. if you started with a full glass and poured half out until only half remained, the glass is half empty, because if you continued pouring it would be fully empty. however, if you started with an empty glass and poured liquid from another container into the glass up to the halfway line, the glass is half full because if you continued pouring it would be all the way full. logical, no?
i was 13 years old when somebody finally told me it was supposed to be some kind of optimism/pessimism thing. i always thought it was a riddle that nobody let me solve
Taylor calls herself crazy all throughout TTPD, but maybe I’m just as insane because I actually think she’s quite normal? Because if I ended a once happy 8 year relationship because the love was gone and we were both no longer in love to then get with a situation-ship who has been pinning for you for years only for them to abandon you when they finally got you, I’d commit full arson.
the album is brutally honest, satirical, a bit cringe here and there, depressing and experimental at the same time, I would not side eye anyone for saying "I don't understand this" or "this isn't my cup of tea" or even "what the fuck is this" because it's obviously not a 1989 or midnights kind of album for everyone. I understand why she said she "had to put this out" but while she is at the peak of her career, she released an album that is not for beginners nor really for overall critics, it's knees deep into the taylor swift lore and probably the most herself an album has ever been, that does not mean it is a masterpiece but it makes it so insanely special
my favourite instagram account is "wheredoesthepeecomeout" and it's run by a girl who asks men on tinder where cis women pee from and then documents their answers
Me and my bestie are rewatching mvs from midnights and Speak Now TV to find the days to clown about for reputation tv
Fandom Maniac//Hufflepuff// fanfic writer and fanatic
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