Black coffee first thing in the morning. Cappuccino with an extra shot of espresso. Diet Coke. Vintage coffee mugs. Fancy tea. Peeing. The illusion of a flat stomach after pooping. Pooping. Long cold showers. Scented lotion. Perfumes. Nail polish. Natural hair. Washing my hair. Scented candles. Old books. Bookshelves. Short stories. Notebooks. My Kindle Paperwhite. Reading poems in the middle of the night. Women writers. Prose. Susan Sontag. bell hooks. Sad music. Discovering new music artists. Looking at the sky at night. New moon. The sun between 7 and 10 in the morning. Long walks in the morning sun. The breeze from the open kitchen window. Walking in the rain. Making my own breakfast. Eating said breakfast. Freshly squeezed orange juice. All types of salads. Sandwiches. Vegan dishes. Omelette. Tattoos. Button down shirts. Vintage leather satchels. Yoga. Single people. Morning people. Other people's morning routines. Lone lights from apartment windows late at night. The distant sound of traffic in the wee hours of the night. Taillights of moving vehicles at night. Unmade beds. Clean sheets. Studio apartments. Houseplants. The aftertaste of cigarettes. Chugging vodka from the bottle. The sweet burn of vodka down my throat. Skulls. Owls. Fresh flowers. Dark skinned women. Brightly coloured shoes. Jeans that fit like a dream.
These are a few things that make me happy.
The title of this post is from the song Shock to Your System by Tegan and Sara.
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