disposition

i love a slow, easy morning.

i love the way a baby’s face lights up when i wave to them in public.

i love when strangers are comfortable speaking with me about their personal intricacies. 

i love seeing my dad happily married.

i love assorted rocks and knacks.

i love that there are thousands of spoken languages.

i love art of all kinds.

i love secret tension.

i love when i smile at someone on the street & they smile back.

i love when i get the chance to open the door for the elderly.

i love when i have just showered and i’m underneath my heated blanket.

i love old cars, old trinkets, and old music.

i love baking and miserably failing, then laughing about it later.

i love christmas time with my family.

i love sitting on the porch and conversing with my grandmother for hours on end.

i love my older sisters.

i love the way animals that are deemed as ‘mean’ love me for some reason.

i love doing things alone. 

i love the way a fresh book smells.

i love being the youngest daughter.

i love 75° weather. 

i love creative concepts.

i love seeing my friends win.

i love quentin tarantino films.

i love nostalgia.

i love being held so close.

i love when the hard work is actually worth it.

i really, really love.

and i care so much. 

i care so much about everything.

stern, strict, headstrong. these are words that my peers have used to describe me. 

how could i have feelings? how could somebody like me be so sensitive?

i am a pool of emotion. sometimes the water is freezing and i am far too comfortable. 

but at least i have the capacity to love.