That lil pop is satisfying as hell. Especially when you feel like it’s defeated you and you been banging it on the edge of the counter for what seems like hours (probably like a few mins but frustration makes you feel like you’re at war with that mf).
these two sentences hit me harder than I ever expected
How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. What we do with this hour, and that one, is what we are doing.
