Sunsets and rises. Hot chocolate, warm baths and showers, books (though that one is less a small pleasure and more an essential, same goes for internet), that time when you're in bed before you get up.
edited 31st Mar '13 9:29:15 PM by phantom1
Sitting and listening to music with no other distractions.
Oh so good.
YUUGI WANTS YOU FOR DRINKING BUDDYThe annual(ish) play-through of Twilight Princess. |
The annual(ish) viewing of The Longest Day. |
A fluffy bathrobe fresh out of the dryer.
...if you don’t love you’re dead, and if you do, they’ll kill you for it.The feel of long, warm grass on bare feet.
'All he needs is for somebody to throw handgrenades at him for the rest of his life...'Fluffy pillows, a dog sleeping on your lap, nostalgic cartoons, exam season ending, the list is endless.
ಠ_ಠSleep.
To quote from Shakespeare.
How many thousands of my poorest subjects
Are at this hour asleep! O gentle Sleep,
Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee,
That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down,
And steep my senses in forgetfulness;
Why rather, Sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs,
Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee,
And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber,
Than in the perfumed chambers of the great,
Under the canopies of costly state,
And lull'd with sounds of sweetest melody?
O thou dull God! why liest thou with the vile
In loathsome beds, and leav'st the kingly couch,
A watch-case to a common larum-bell?
Wilt thou, upon the high and giddy mast,
Seal up the shipboy's eyes, and rock his brains
In cradle of the rude imperious surge;
And in the visitation of the winds,
Who take the ruffian billows by the top,
Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them
With deaf'ning clamours in the slipp'ry shrouds,
That with the hurly Death itself awakes:
Can'st thou, O partial Sleep! give thy repose
To the wet seaboy in an hour so rude,
And in the calmest and the stillest night,
With all appliances and means to boot,
Deny it to a King? Then, happy lowly clown!
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
edited 1st Apr '13 4:29:02 AM by Inhopelessguy
I'm in a cheery mood, so assuming there isn't already a thread for this, here's to the little pleasures in life. First sip of coffee in a cold morning, slumping on your bed after a hard day, opening a can of tennis balls go.
Dopants: He meant what he said and he said what he meant, a Ninety is faithful 100%.