but not like standing. sitting. youll have to dust your bum from the fallen dried leaves from two summers ago but its part of the charm. take a load off, its been a long day.
the smell of half rubbed in sunscreen, being left to your own devices, fighting with sticks in the woods, mosquito bitten legs, blisters, sunburns, scrapes, polysporin, watershoes
i went into jo malone to inquire about this perfume i have been a bit obsessed with (ginger cookie). a girl my age working informed me that it was a limited edition run and they no longer carried it. i was devastated but nevertheless, ended up in conversation with her about how much i liked her shoes and her, my outfit.
βhold on a second,β she went into the back and made me a sample of a leftover stock bottle. i use my little bottle sparingly and think of the kindness often π«
and by that i mean the folks who sit through a whole lecture not taking a note. not a single one. not even because theyre distracted by their phones but literally just because theyre tapped in. im not quite there yet but maybe there is something to it
