i love your moon. i love moon bathing in her beams, trying to count the stars as if there's an actual definite number i can reach and knowing damn well i'mma give up after 69. i love your sun. i love to wake up at 6 am & watching the room get enveloped by the early morning mist like a yummy dream cloudland. i love 3 am pad thai, and watching midsommar for breakfast. i love the sound of toulouse the goose's nails clickity clackity-ing on a hardwood floor & piggy's hooves galloping behind him.

i love singing whitney, mariah, and madonna in the car with the windows down to strangers as i'm driving by. i love when they sing back. i love people watching when i'm in the passenger seat, wondering w/ every passing car where they're going, what they're thinking, what they're listening to. i love golden raspberry hunting at the market on a sunday and eating handfuls of basil as a sensible snack. u know the feeling of drinking the most hydrating, delicious, iciest, coldest ass glass of water and feeling the journey as it travels from your throat down your spine to your stomach? love that shit. i also apparently luv run on sentences. i love mother nature & helping snails cross the road. i love living in the moment, staying present, and having appreciating for these little things on earth. i love questioning you (especially since you allowed velveeta scented nailpolish to be a thing ?), having faith in you, knowing you have a plan. sometimes it's a gnarly one, but it's a plan nonetheless. dear universe, thank you.