. the man who'd strug a hammock on the balcony of his 5th or 6th floor flat to catch all the sun
. England beating France last week and Scotland today
. Sergio Parisse
. IRELAND FUCKING WINNING THE GRAND SLAM DAMMIT
. Brain fucking O'Driscoll
. being able to ring home and, the minute my dad picked up, yelling wordlessly down the phone by way of greating
. On the Radio by Regina Spektor
. the smell of cut grass. Especially here, where it's so built up
. my friend coming all the way from King's Cross to bring me ribena and chocolate fingers cos I was ill
. my flatmate coming in my room, finding me ill and then telling me off cos "there are 3 doctors in this flat! ... I'll get Imran"
. "Shizuka, you're a doctor too", "yes but Imran is more competent"
. them bringing me balloons from the hallway (they've been there some time) to 'brighten up' my room. Please note; I think my room is possibly the most colourful in the flat
. sunny weather
. endless blue skies
. hearing Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now by the Smiths playing in the waiting room of the doctors
. taking to a friend of mine (albeit online) who I haven't spoken to in ages on account of him being in the Philippines
. Daemontreu's art on DeviantART
[stolen from my post to quiet_thrills]
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