The Lyrics Of Your Favourite Song Floating Through The Air. The First Sip Of A Cup Of Coffee In A Beautiful

The lyrics of your favourite song floating through the air. The first sip of a cup of coffee in a beautiful coffee shop. The smell of your favourite tea at morning. The last lukewarm sip of a cup of hot chocolate in winter, snow falling outside. The sun peeking through the clouds. A rainbow after rain. A paragraph of a good book. An afternoon spent with someone you love, doing nothing unusual but just hanging out together. A moment where you just feel loved.

The glory of small things.

is it a universal law that out of sleep, a life and academics, you can never have all three

Do you ever feel like you just are a spectator in life and not a real part of it?

Something I love with the book yours truly is the portrayal of silence. Some silences are awkward, some are painful, but the rarest is the harmless silence you share with people you’re comfortable with.

as much as i understand people, i want to be understood, too