Small, mundane things make me happy. For example, going to fairs eat unhealthy funnel cakes, and laugh until my stomach hurts. Or maybe laying in a grassy field and looking up at the sky and letting the sun kiss freckles onto my skin. I want to sit next to someone in the library while doing homework and distract them by dancing weirdly and stealing their pencils.

My happiness is doing all the mundane things and all the extraordinary things with someone and everything in between.