Best Friends
Down the Wainganga we go, little brother.
- Pulling a big heavy blanket over my body
- Stepping on a crunchy fallen leaf
- Breathing in the steam from a cup of green tea
- Running my hand through freshly washed hair
- Smelling the inside of an old book
- Holding someone’s hand in public
- Biting into a really crisp red grape
- Hearing rain pattering against a window pane
(via no-knockers)
i got out my car and ran to take a picture of this dog in the riteaid parking lot earlier today and im still screaming over it
(via no-knockers)