I love lime popsicles, there's a certain kind I can't remember the name of, but that's the kind I like.

I love the beach when it is completely deserted. I like hearing the waves crash, and only that.

I love the moment right before I fall asleep, when I'm the most comfortable in bed.

I love the times in class where I realize that I really understand what we're talking about and I have something valuable to say.

I love my natural hair color. I get a kick out of seeing how shiny it is all the time now that I've stopped dyeing it blonde.

I love it when the cat sits on my foot. It makes me realize how cold the other foot is, but it makes me feel loved.

I love getting pictures back and thinking that I look beautiful in them.

I love getting out of the bathtub, feeling slow and sleepy.

I love the feeling of walking around in a very clean apartment.

I love cleaning my apartment.

I love sitting outside on a 65-degree day with a blanket, a cat, and a book, watching the world go by five floors below me.

I love it when I pick up the phone to call someone and they're already on the other line, it makes me feel psychic.

I love the way perfectly fitting pants look with sexy heels.

I love it that my feet are abnormally tiny for my stature. I think it looks hot.

I love walking by my own reflection on a good day and feeling pleasantly surprised.

I love catcalls.

I love my hands, they're graceful.

I love natural looking fake eyelashes; I'll find any excuse to wear them.

I love being taller than other girls are, it makes me feel like a super-star.

I love to wear my sunglasses inside. I think it makes it easier to spy on other people.

I love to be kissed passionately.

I love to take walks on summer nights and look into other people's living rooms for decorating tips.

I love when people tell me that they're proud of me. More so, I love that I'm proud of myself.

I love finishing another book.

I love Eggs Benedict, and hash browns.

I love my cats.

I love the satisfying feeling of publishing another post to this blog. I feel as if I've accomplished something.

I love it when people tell the truth, even when it seems difficult.

I love it when good things happen to good people.

I love getting mail, any kind.

I love my yellow robe BQ gave me for Christmas one year when we were on a Victoria's Secret kick. It makes me feel squishy, in a good way.

I love my tiny red kitchen and my shades on my chandelier. I love this apartment. I hope I don't have to move. If I do, I hope the next place is as wonderful.

I love backrubs.

I love holding hands.

I love black eyeliner, when it’s all smudgy.




I want to stop feeling so depressed. I have very little to be depressed about.