it's the little things. always the littlest of things.




spending the day at a memorable cafe reading with a genuine companion. in vastly separate worlds concocted by our imaginations, yet at the same time connected in a way people who read are always connected.

in the midst of a carefree run after a tedious week of work, and a significant song plays and you feel fucking invincible despite that one insignificant bee-sting several minutes ago

always the smallest everyday things that make life beautiful