I Was Tired, It Was Late, I Was Sitting Half-asleep In The Back Of A Taxi, Remembering Strangely That

I was tired, it was late, I was sitting half-asleep in the back of a taxi, remembering strangely that wherever I go, you are with me, and so is he, and that as long as you both live the world will be beautiful to me.

-beautiful world, where are you by sally rooney

“I have hated words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right.”

— Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

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

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.