riskofbeingfree
Connected. I guess the first thing that pops to mind is connections like wifi and such, but really it means something far more. Being connected with someone, having a connection with them. Really feeling things with each other and being able to connect over things that you wouldn't have thought of before. I guess I don't connect with people as much as I wish. But I like it better that way, maybe. I wish that I was closer literally with the people with whom I am truly connected.
Flannel reminds me of pajamas. Nice, cozy flannel pajamas. I haven't had a set in years - I do believe I will add them to my birthday/Christmas list. They are fetching in a homey way, and they are the loveliest things to wear while curling up with tea and a good book. Not to mention they do wonders for one's idiom on Christmas Eve and morning.
Sunlight. I'm such a poser goth kid (and really, I'm only gothic occasionally), because I love sunlight. I love the night and I adore grey rainy days too, but suuuun. Come March and I'll be desperate for it. February, even. I think I may be photosynthetic, slightly. Sunlight is warm and light and well yes, occasionally too bright and cheery, but I love it anyway.
Left. What an interesting word. My mother left when I was sixteen, but that's depressing and angsty so I'd prefer not to type about it. How about Turn Left? A good Doctor Who episode, if depressing. Er. Maybe left isn't such a great word.
Buildings. What can one write about buildings? I prefer them old, interesting, with lots of windows. Abandoned buildings can be fascinating to visit, I suppose? If one can manage to sneak in. I live in a dorm building now, and it's not the most interesting of places. Apartment buildings are marginally better. I would like a house, eventually.