There’s a certain special bouquet of melting plastic that actually does smell like everyone’s childhood #ThursdayThoughts
- Petrichor. It is a wondrous smell. It is a smell of glorious death. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Geosmin
- Writing our own vows, making her own wedding dress, bouquet/garter toss, pictures on old rusty trains, “Be My Teddy Bear.” Can you guess?
- Moonrise Kingdom was great. I wish someone would idealize my childhood like that.
- Huh. Seems that cats can smell mercury. Good to know.