The vibrating breath of a sleeping bear
The hollow echoes of a windswept tundra.
The steady trickle of a small brook.
The melancholy hissing of a steam filled manhole.
The click-clack tip-tap of a grandfather clock.
The sputtering last gasps of a starved engine.
The creak of an old homes staircase.
The gentle thumping of a resting heart.
The electric hum of a neon sign.
These are the sounds my stupid refrigerator makes.
—Me (via adambirkan)
Today is the first day in what feels like ages that I could sleep in and yet still woke up around 7ish.
These past few weeks have been some kind of torture and test of my mental and emotional strength I think. But I’m still standing so I guess I get the last laugh, suckers!
I miss my pup and wish I was somewhere with nicer weather than we’re having in Toronto this weekend.
Happy Sunday y’all. 😆