I love
the most secluded public bathrooms.
that I can see Orion every night of the year in the uninterrupted, un-lightpolluted night sky view from my open yard
feeling like I am really truly ready for a test before I take it, and how even if I feel like I might be still slightly confused about some stuff, I never have text anxiety to the point where I freak out during the test.
my mom’s ability to do what she has to do to get shit done. She is so resilient. When times are hard she adapts, just as she has learned to do her whole life.
all the many papers, notes, magazine clippings, drawings, doodles from various people, etc etc papers i have saved through time. To go through the the storage bins and drawers every so often as time passes is one of the most transcendent time-machine of things.
My room. I’m not in it much, but before I sleep it is a nice environment and it makes me feel so comfortable. to look around before I close my eyes and see the familiar things that I enjoy visually around me is an important part of my equilibrium as a humany humanoid human
