i love:

that moment when I touch the growing in my and my hands smell like it for the next few minutes. that fresh, sharp scent… damn, it hits something good in me. it’s such a tiny thing, just a plant on the counter, but every time I brush my fingers through its leaves, it feels like a small upgrade to the day. I keep sniffing my hands like an idiot, and I don’t care – I love this smell.


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