- Joined
- Jul 22, 2015
Rats. Rodents in general except Guinea Pigs, fuck those things. Books. Music. Some adult cartoons, and some cartoons meant for kids. Watching urban animals and birds, learning which ones live in my backyard, and which ones are only visiting. Seeing my family (the ones I still talk to) especially my nieces. The beach and the ocean. A hot shower with good water pressure. Chocolate. Quality tea. Not having to cook. German shepherds. Antique and vintage furniture. Ceramics from obscure art studios that no longer exist. Horses. A tender beef steak cooked to perfection. Lamb roast- from an actual lamb, not hoggart sold as lamb. Perfectly smooth mashed potato. Sleeping and actually waking up refreshed. Being alone. Looking at really good art. Clean sheets on my bed. Being lovingly groomed by a happily boggling rattie and kissing their little ears back. The feeling of being clean after getting out of the shower. An orderly house once I finish cleaning away the muck and detritus left from an extended depressive period. Having bought all my medication for the month and knowing I'll not have to worry about it again for weeks. Having my machete by the side of my bed, and being able to grasp the handle and ride the feeling of safe to sleep.