here are some things i'm thankful for:
orange subway seats, pretty girls, bottle openers that attach to your keychain, and my big green jacket.
my long legs, cold air, people who tip at work, the people who laid the tile in the subways, my warm bed, the corkboard i found on the sidewalk, my teachers and classmates that help me learn, my mostly working brain, and my working hands.
dogs, especially ones on the train and poking their noses into the cheese shop, every person i've ever stared at on the train, my meds, sometimes, mostly.
hot water in the shower, the job i like, the rats for running around, wood that makes wood things, my boots that make me feel tall, denim, my time and movement being my own, stickers that peel, all the time by the ocean and under trees, dogs in backpacks, chewing gum, and music in subway stations (good or bad).
people who write books and stories, being able to draw little things, the movies that are always there, old lesbians, big bags, my glasses, cedar smell, oranges, the sun coming up every single day, and people's faces when they're alone and happy in public.
rugs on bare feet, boys who are nice to look at and don't talk, when a train is coming in 1 minute, being able to forget things and feelings (the comforts of time passing).
people who play the guitar really well, the east river, the red leaves in the lang courtyard, when someone else forgives, calling on the phone, green beans, lights at nighttime, especially across a body of water, batman, and noticing patterns.
the freedom to move my body any way i want to, even weird ways, clean dishes and a clean counter, madonna, a wet carrot, all the words i know, the money i don't have to think about, soil, videos taken under the water, people who show up and are earnest and are themselves and try, being and feeling like a lucky person, and the big moon.
anyone taking care of some land. when you see something through something, like a window or a fence, low quality images, drunk texts (receiving, not sending).