lifting up my spirits. or at least making an effort to do so.

you know that feeling, right?
lethargy creeps in and encompasses you during the night.
you awake
bitter.
lost in this monotonous cycle they call life.

you open your closet door
observe all these items
that are meant to make you feel better about yourself
and you close it, tight.


and just when you think
you cannot possibly get lower
you single-handedly stimulate the economy
and top it all off with a $5 dollar latte
and then have to listen to this:

"oh yeah! sup mama?"

really?
feminism 100:
i am not on this earth for you to gawk at
and you do not have some given right to compliment me whenever you see fit.
it is called cat-calling
and it needs to die off with your horrid attire and skateboard.

and so, my friends,
it is time for a happy list.

things that make me happy:

red lip tint

feathers

pretty dresses

new earrings

chai

soup

pottery

smiling at strangers

the smell of old books

thick sweaters

a cats purr

boots

the colour yellow

this song

spontaneous dance parties

cupcakes