Once in a blue moon, every few years, I become awestruck by my usually abhorrent armpits and dote on them and think they’re the best.
— Will Smith
— Andrea Gibson (Source: oh, albatross)
— David Rees, professional pencil sharpener, on writing in pencil left-handed
My dad playing the harmonica, like a bunch of songs, mostly Christmas songs, just now. I knew he played before, but I’ve only ever heard him a few times. He’s actually really good at it. I thought it was a cd or carollers outside (not that there have been carollers - ever - around our house). Apparently he also plays the ukelele.This is a weird thing to learn about my dad when he’s 67 years old.
It’s bittersweet and melancholy somewhat, but it’s comforting. He plays for my mum. I hope she’s listening.
At my elementary, there used to be a really weird bathroom. It had a first floor, but to the side, stairs that led to a second floor. The second floor was some kind of weird small boiler room - lots of pipes and hissing and general disarray. It also had functioning toilets too. I remember because I used one of those toilets at least once.
Honestly, it was really creepy - like, why was it there? My elementary was only single-storey and wasn’t that big - as far as I know that was the only part that had a second floor. Why would they have a second floor of functioning toilets? That wasn’t the only girls washroom in the school, it’s not like the school was lacking in washrooms. Who else would use those toilets besides weirdos like me? Maybe it was some sort of janitor’s workroom. But there were no female janitors there, ever, so why would it be connected there? Ugh. I’ve creeped myself out.
- People eating - awkwardly but with no reserve, big mouthfuls, hunched over like a prisoner
- A night snowfall - where the snowflakes drop lazily and slowly, the air is warm but fogs your breath, and the dark night sky looks close enough to touch
- Purin with caramel
Because she refused to taste sadness
Even when that was the only thing she had left to eat."