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krispykritter) wrote2025-06-18 02:05 pm
krispykritter) wrote2025-06-18 02:05 pm
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TheRealLJIdol-week 1-Quality
You gaze at the stars.
I enjoy the quiet of the night and the soft chirping of the crickets.
You admire a very handsome stranger as they pass by.
I stop to listen to someone’s voice that if they were even reading the dictionary I’d be entranced.
You talk about the amazing cinematography in the latest film.
I hear the music from the same film’s score and ask you if you noticed how it added to the magic.
You talk about reading the latest bestseller.
I tell you about how the narrator in the audiobook made the story come alive.
You drive your car everywhere in your solitary bubble.
I walk in companionable steps with my dog at my side, stopping to chat with a passerby.
You admire the changing of the leaves in the fall.
I smell the first cold snap of autumn in the air.
You admire the holiday light displays at Christmas.
I catch the first snowflakes on my tongue.
You ask why I am so happy.
I smile, scratch my dog’s ears, smell the fresh cut grass and listen to a distant crow calling its friends.
That, I say, is quality of life. Can you say the same?
I enjoy the quiet of the night and the soft chirping of the crickets.
You admire a very handsome stranger as they pass by.
I stop to listen to someone’s voice that if they were even reading the dictionary I’d be entranced.
You talk about the amazing cinematography in the latest film.
I hear the music from the same film’s score and ask you if you noticed how it added to the magic.
You talk about reading the latest bestseller.
I tell you about how the narrator in the audiobook made the story come alive.
You drive your car everywhere in your solitary bubble.
I walk in companionable steps with my dog at my side, stopping to chat with a passerby.
You admire the changing of the leaves in the fall.
I smell the first cold snap of autumn in the air.
You admire the holiday light displays at Christmas.
I catch the first snowflakes on my tongue.
You ask why I am so happy.
I smile, scratch my dog’s ears, smell the fresh cut grass and listen to a distant crow calling its friends.
That, I say, is quality of life. Can you say the same?
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Different people appreciate different things. I'm a notorious enough movie snob that people roll their eyes when I recommend a film.
I have a literature degree so I know what good literature looks like but I often choose to read hard-boiled detective novels and urban fantasy.
With music on the exact opposite of a snob there isn't much the Beatles on my Spotify playlist, but there's quite a bit of Britney Spears. Cuz sometimes I just want to dance.
This is really good stuff