Disjointed Thoughts from This Morning:
If I ever fall in love, I fully expect it will be in the month of September.
One of the best smells in the morning is that of butter melting into a freshly toasted bagel.
People seem to think that flying is an overrated superpower, but I love the feel of wind whipping through my hair. I would thoroughly enjoy being able to fly.
I hope I manage to stay young at heart. I don't want to become afraid of change, bitter at the world, or a fan of dry toast.
There is something inexplicably cute about fog rolling in one's window. A tiny cloud poked its head in just now, asking if everything was alright. And suddenly, it was.