I think my hand-wash-only, pure-wool sweater believes by now that the bottom of the wash bin is where it belongs.
I think my hand-wash-only, pure-wool sweater believes by now that the bottom of the wash bin is where it belongs.
This is beautifully said. There had been moments in my life when I’d be so very happy that I would indeed close my eyes, take a deep breath and appreciate the moment. When there is nothing to bug you in the back of your mind to ruin the setting, such moments are beautiful and I agree, could be described as pure joy.
This is excellent!
Also -1 here. I was convinced throughout my studies that my university was being super cheap on the projectors, getting always some shitty, soft ones. Ranted about it the whole time. Wish it was the beamers.