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We all yearn for simple pleasures. The first sip of coffee, the smell of wet grass after a heavy rain—oh yes, that petrichor, bumping into a long lost friend in the grocery store, the grace of every sunrise, finding out the title of that song you heard in the car, a complete one-hour nap, the colour palette in your closet, the earth tones of your room, that warm and bright morning, the cold air in the afternoon, that perfectly cooked pancakes, the pink skies, those newly unfurled leaves, those hopeful epilogues, the noise that the trains make, the after-party drinks, lemonades during summer, the thrill of opening gifts, the sound of a rumbling sky, those dark clouds and gloomy weather, a golden sunset, window seat during a flight, that tap on your shoulder, that kiss of good night—the beauty of small luxury; these simple joys. Something that makes you realise that life is worth while. It's unselfish of you to desire all of it.
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“She was always waiting, it seemed to be her forte.”
— D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley’s Lover (via the-book-diaries)
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