Fluffiness / (flŭf′ē-/ness)
Fluffiness / (flŭf′ē-/ness) - From the Webster Dictionary of Lauren Tung: "The feeling of sheer soft, cuddly goodness in your heart. The sentiment of content, leaping from one marshmallow cloud to another."
Fluffiness comes from the heart.
Fluffiness comes from the chocolate chip pancakes that she cuts into squares, then diagonals, then triangles and then whatever geometrical shape she can think of - she cuts them until they resemble a plate filled with a crumbly mess - finally she can enjoy her pancakes.
Fluffiness comes from the curl of a smile, as he sips on the warm milk and honey tea. His fingers close around the cup. It's like hands around the fireplace, as the snowflakes drifts into the night sky.
Fluffiness comes from the laugh that he lets out, when I fall or trip or do something stupid. He isn't embarrassed of his braces, choking on his spit and the rubber bands hooked on his teeth while letting out a ghastly cough.
Fluffiness comes from the concentration on the spinning clay melting through his palms. It's his tyrannosaurus of hands holding the little blade to make the tiniest, and most delicate of details on his prized piece.
Fluffiness comes from cool whip that she dips into, whether or not it's a pickle or an egg noodle, anything tastes good with cool whip, anything tastes good when there's a sprinkle of sweetness.
Fluffiness comes from the rum cake that she bakes, the bundt mold she lets me fill the cake batter in. Poking the sponge cake with little holes, as the alcohol seeps into it - exploding in your mouth with a tangy yet kind of spicy, sweet flavour.
Fluffiness comes from the pull of the sleeve as her head struggles to fit through the hole of the sweatshirt - the sweatshirt covered in a magical kind of fairy dust, the kind of nostalgia, the kind of smell you hope will never wash away.
Fluffiness comes from the way she speaks about God, how it moves her to her core - how it moves her to tears - how the beauty of the world is almost all too much and she collapses to her knees with praise.
Fluffiness comes from the walks in Muir Woods. Looking up to see the Redwoods towering above us, almost like they were watching over us - smelling the pines and feeling the warmth from the sunlight that poke through the canopy.
Fluffiness comes from the warm, fuzzy socks on my toes when the marble floor gets to be a little too cold, and it's time for trips to Gourmet to get hot chocolate and extra whipped-cream on top - for the white moustaches like Santa we get after the first burning sip.
Fluffiness comes from fruit cups that we share, the strawberries, the blueberries and the pineapples are for me, and the cantaloupe, the melon and the grapes are for you.
Fluffiness comes from the heart - it comes from the honest realisation that sometimes the world can be a beautiful place, all you need is a fresh breath in and a fresh breath out.
Fluffiness is a feeling I hope you get from time to time. A remembrance that sometimes things are gonna be just alright. It's a sprinkle of joy, a dash of nostalgia, and the spice of life.
You're never alone.
- teeny tiny& terrified
Fluffiness comes from the heart.
Fluffiness comes from the chocolate chip pancakes that she cuts into squares, then diagonals, then triangles and then whatever geometrical shape she can think of - she cuts them until they resemble a plate filled with a crumbly mess - finally she can enjoy her pancakes.
Fluffiness comes from the curl of a smile, as he sips on the warm milk and honey tea. His fingers close around the cup. It's like hands around the fireplace, as the snowflakes drifts into the night sky.
Fluffiness comes from the laugh that he lets out, when I fall or trip or do something stupid. He isn't embarrassed of his braces, choking on his spit and the rubber bands hooked on his teeth while letting out a ghastly cough.
Fluffiness comes from the concentration on the spinning clay melting through his palms. It's his tyrannosaurus of hands holding the little blade to make the tiniest, and most delicate of details on his prized piece.
Fluffiness comes from cool whip that she dips into, whether or not it's a pickle or an egg noodle, anything tastes good with cool whip, anything tastes good when there's a sprinkle of sweetness.
Fluffiness comes from the rum cake that she bakes, the bundt mold she lets me fill the cake batter in. Poking the sponge cake with little holes, as the alcohol seeps into it - exploding in your mouth with a tangy yet kind of spicy, sweet flavour.
Fluffiness comes from the pull of the sleeve as her head struggles to fit through the hole of the sweatshirt - the sweatshirt covered in a magical kind of fairy dust, the kind of nostalgia, the kind of smell you hope will never wash away.
Fluffiness comes from the way she speaks about God, how it moves her to her core - how it moves her to tears - how the beauty of the world is almost all too much and she collapses to her knees with praise.
Fluffiness comes from the walks in Muir Woods. Looking up to see the Redwoods towering above us, almost like they were watching over us - smelling the pines and feeling the warmth from the sunlight that poke through the canopy.
Fluffiness comes from the warm, fuzzy socks on my toes when the marble floor gets to be a little too cold, and it's time for trips to Gourmet to get hot chocolate and extra whipped-cream on top - for the white moustaches like Santa we get after the first burning sip.
Fluffiness comes from fruit cups that we share, the strawberries, the blueberries and the pineapples are for me, and the cantaloupe, the melon and the grapes are for you.
Fluffiness comes from the heart - it comes from the honest realisation that sometimes the world can be a beautiful place, all you need is a fresh breath in and a fresh breath out.
Fluffiness is a feeling I hope you get from time to time. A remembrance that sometimes things are gonna be just alright. It's a sprinkle of joy, a dash of nostalgia, and the spice of life.
You're never alone.
- teeny tiny& terrified
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