Every now and then my heartbeat lulls and my mind grows weary. A deep dissatisfaction wakes from its slumber in the hollow of my chest. A restless spirit stirs within – a wild spirit that cannot be tamed by the mere qualms of the ordinary.
And there comes a time in my restlessness where I find myself thinking about the little things. Like, the books I like to read and the movies I adore. Or the characters in my head. Or the field outside my room. And these little things remind me to enjoy life for what it is and not just what it can be. So, these are a few of my favorite things.
My new bedroom:
Japanese wall-art by moi:
Gifts from friends:
My fish, Stefan:
Thrift store finds!
Hats, scarves, and, yes, men’s jewelry:
My movies and art:
So these are a few of my favorite things.