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Life's little, simple pleasures (pg. 11)
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| zidumare |
| quote: | Originally posted by Frenkieee
For me it's being somewhere in the middle of nowhere, in a field or something (sunflowers perhaps), with a high temperature and the sun in a clear sky, no one else around (or far enough so that I can't hear them). No sounds but some crickets perhaps and a slight breeze. And a plane high in the sky that I can hear.
I went to France several times with my parents on holiday when I was a kid. We went driving often to places like this to go and walk for a bit or have a picnic. A setting like this just calms me like nothing else. |
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| Vivid Boy |
| watching someone fall in public |
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| Zharen |
| Seeing an annoying troll get banned. |
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| Sushipunk |
| Bump, for sitting in the sun on a cool morning, with a coffee and a smoke. |
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| WittyHandle |
| quote: | Originally posted by Zharen
Seeing an annoying troll get banned. |
+1 |
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| Moongoose |
| quote: | Originally posted by Sushipunk
Bump, for sitting in the sun on a cool morning, with a coffee and a smoke. |
Drop that last bit and i would totally agree :D |
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| Ian |
I used to love as a 13-15 year old doing my morning paper round in summer. I could get up & do it at 5:30am and the streets would be warming up but desserted completely which was good because my bikes brakes were never that great.
Since it's summer(ish) now, good, locally grown fruit that tastes fresh & hasn't travelled halfway across the world. Except for my love of Peruvian grown Mangoes. |
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| ChemEnhanced |
| putting on a new pair of underwear |
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| Halcyon+On+On |
When your nose and entire face feel really super dry and congested, so you find a quiet place where no one can see (you know, like the driver's seat of your car) and start digging around in there with your favourite finger. Then you find it. The big one. The cordon. Green gold. It even has a ing handle to tug on, as though it's just been waiting for you. You start to pull and it resists; it is so stubborn, you can feel it tugging at the back of your eyeball. When you finally rip that motherfucker out by its dry end, it's like 3 ing inches long and all gooey on one end, you wonder how it ever even fit.
And then. Then you inhale with savour, as though it were your first breath. |
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| Halcyon+On+On |
| And then you eat it, and register on tranceaddict.com as zidumare. |
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| zyklon-jay |
| Looking back on hard decisions knowing that they are the reason you "won" today. |
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