That lil pop is satisfying as hell. Especially when you feel like it’s defeated you and you been banging it on the edge of the counter for what seems like hours (probably like a few mins but frustration makes you feel like you’re at war with that mf).
these two sentences hit me harder than I ever expected
How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. What we do with this hour, and that one, is what we are doing.
go out at night in the sand in the dark (if it’s safe) and just take in the stars and that loud silence of nothing but the ocean
optionally be mildly scared of how dark and still everything is and what might be crawling around your feet
