#simple pleasures.

[skele8rity]

things i really want in life:

• a shiny ho-oh named rotisserie • a shiny yveltal named baconator

[ptolemyofchaos]

A Good Day. Long Post Ahead.

Today has been a good day. I often find it difficulty to acknowledge them as they come, generally because I tend to bog myself down with the negative aspects in a day. But today had no negative aspects. I woke up, dressed in warm clothing and stepped out into cold, as it gets for southern California, weather. I attended class, American Lit., where the first good thing of my day happened. I have a specific earring that I love, It is a sort of dark gunmetal color, with spikes dangling on chains and an adjoining cuff for my upper ear. I have been looking for this earring for at least a full year, and turned everything in my possession upside down to find it. But with no success I gave up. Today when I took out my laptop the earring plopped out right on the desk in front of me. I was elated naturally, having been unable to find a suitable replacement.

From there I went and got lunch with a classmate and paid, which always makes me feel good. (Silly though that may be). We feasted and then I made my way to my next class. As I exited the student lounge, I heard a girl sitting at the tables outside say rather loudly, “You’re beautiful!” As someone who does not actively enjoy vanity within myself, I tend to be a bit stubborn and childish when it comes to acknowledging that I think I am attractive. I don’t think I am unattractive, merely that I am not particularly attractive. This aside her comment took me aback. I do not know this girl. I may have seen her around campus, but I have no prior knowledge or connection to her whatsoever. I turned about, making sure that she was indeed directing her comment at me. When I saw no one I looked at her and as I tend to do in such situations sort of floundered for words. She smiled at me and said, “I was just telling my friend how fabulous you are and yeah... you’re beautiful.”

I thanked her as much as my embarrassment would allow and continued to class rather flustered, but rather flattered and happy with her comment. I spent the rest of my day in a similarly good mood, not really noticing anything of any negative connotation. For me that is sort of huge, as I tend to lean towards being a bit negative. I guess the shortened version of this rather long winded post is that today was a really good day. Unremarkable really, but honestly one of the best day’s I have had in quite some time. 

[meg-antics]

Things I Want to Buy with My Amazon Gift Card:

Shakira's new album Shakira

[gurguliare]

I LOVE WHEN YOU SEE TWO GLOWING SLITS AND YOU THINK IT'S EYES? BUT THEN NO. IT'S THE CORNERS OF DA MOUTH

[donotfuckwithzacharie-blog]

WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?

Dig my toes into the glorious, warm sand, slather myself in slick sunscreen, ogle all the hotties prancing along by the shore...

It can be very handy to have a mask without eyes.

[sixpinsbye]

>Dance for Two

Done by one.

This fancy timeline cross over deal was great in the ways of new music selections. Most of it wasn't his flavor of choice. Loud, screeching instruments he couldn't name, nor cared for. Lyrics far too raunchy, nothing he could dance to, or knew the moves to.

Nah, drowsy tones and songs meant for two were more his poison. Despite the duo tones, he was still alone, always alone and yet never caring. Far from it really. Die always enjoyed making his room a dance floor made only for him. 

Music just loud enough to take up his thoughts, the Felt stepped around the room, on one heel, turning to the beat. Occasionally he pretended another was in step with him, one hand resting against his partners waist, the other laced in with their fingers. Spin about, and his hand was down on their hip now, swaying them along with him.

Die enjoyed his alone time.