and i love flower shops in europe where they just pitch em in barrels with paper covers.

sleep. i love to sleep. i love sleep so much, i can sleep through a turbulencing airplance that's about to die a horrible death (true story: boracay to manila 2008. seair, you suck)

old movies. when the hero was impossibly handsome and the heroine was so beautiful it hurt. and they got together. with really good clothes and door opening and stuff. with dancing, too.

relaxing. i've got bum stamped on my ass. and hammocks and a book in the middle of an afternoon with a breeze is near the top of favorite things to do.

traveling. and i'm being bitten by it so many times in the past two weeks but I can't seem to move on it. :(
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