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Little things that make me 'me.'

A part of being human is facing a constant crisis of existence.
I often feel inadequate.
Wonder who I truly am.
Wonder about my very human self, all the quirks & imperfections, whether they make sense, whether I make sense.
What am I made of? Probably lots of naked Nutella waffles. And lemonade. Mushroom cheese caps. CHEESE.
Nerd? Geek? Loner? Maybe an uneven combination.
A bit of "All the bright places." Archie comics.
The Hardy Boys. Matilda. Batman. Amanda Hocking.
Do you realize that we are so invested in the big picture that we forget about the little things that matter? Little things that make you 'you.' Little things that make me 'me.'
Long baths. The color pink. Pajamas. Love for the rains and thunderstorms. Yellow balloons. My bed.
Egg bhurji. Meg Cabot's Airhead. 'Modern Family.' My bookshelf.
I often fall into bottomless dark pits; I'd understand if you do too.
Little things keep me hanging. Things that keep me sane.
Soft pastels and canvas. Masala french fries. 5 hours of sleep. Cycling. Art. Mountains. Netflix. Ice cream cake. Peraltiago. WRITING. The sea.
Hold on to the little things. Express yourself. Look for the stars in the night sky. Walk barefoot on the cold beach sand. Let ‘The Office’ reruns make you laugh.
Wear that little black dress. Live a little because life isn't short. It's the longest thing you do, let all the little things make this whirlwind called life worth it..!!!

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