forgive me, november. i was busy falling in love with how you looked and keeping precipitation out of my car and finding lucky pennies everywhere. december = the decemberists.
for when i'm feeling negative:
i like finding things. i like losing things on purpose. i like bumping elbows in the car. i like smiles as apologies. i like not having to think of what to say. i like floral wallpaper. i like helping. i like letting people help when i don't need it. i like grey, i like purple better. i like my mom's laugh. i like anticipation. i like chuck palahniuk and how his words keep me awake. i like feeling nervous. i like the Quin sisters. i like cheerios and hugging people. i like cracking knuckles and biting lips and black coffee and inside jokes and empty roads and when you can rub your eyes and fending for yourself and slide projectors and when the people making your chai call you sweetheart.
i like many more things than just these, but right now, they are what matter.