Crocheting.
Cowl necks.
Rekindling my love of Existentialist philosophy.
Frederick Nietzsche's moustache.
Repurposed jewelry.
Sigur Ros.
Quirky cross-stitchings.
Integrating color into my wardrobe.
Gardening, particularly vegetable gardens.
Skeleton keys.
Literary tattoos.
Independent bookstores (particularly the one I seek employment at).
Learning to knit more advanced projects.
Relishing in simply being. (well, I'm trying. babysteps.)
Vivaldi.
Nursing my ever-evolving sense of misanthropy.
Creating insanely detailed mental illustrations of my future life with Cody.
Turner's asthma.
Elliott Smith. (not just for those suicidal nights anymore!)
Letting go.
"In the depth of winter I finally learned
that there was in me an invincible summer."
that there was in me an invincible summer."