Food Not Bombs, books, county fairs, naps, hot air balloons, band-aids, spooning, funfetti mermaid cakes, grassy spots of sun with shade and just the slightest breeze
People with genuine intentions are a nice change.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.)The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.)God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade: Exit seraphim and Satan's men: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.)I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes they roar back again. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.)Sylvia Plath