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I don’t understand most of this, but most of my life I’ve liiiived for huffing old dictionaries, so… now we’re sisters. 

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BronxWench – Happy to oblige! It’s one of my favorite classical pieces, modern or traditional. First time I watched Insidious I literally girly-squealed with joy when I heard this song playing in one of the scenes. I’m glad to hear your pup’s doing alright after her ordeal! Were they able to find and correct the cause, or is it a chronic condition for her? Poor little gal...

InBrightestDay – I did, indeed, share this precisely to share the wonders of Ludovico Einaudi. ...aaaand because I spent that entire week with Nuvole Bianche stuck in my head playing on repeat. Considering what usually gets stuck in there, I consider myself lucky for that one. What an incredible composer!

CloverReef – Heiferlump and Woozle are my two cats. Woozle is a Mama’s boy (and currently trying to wedge himself between the keyboard and my chest) who loves nothing more than curling up on me and conking out...and snoring. Heiferlump is his ginormous but sweet-as-sugar ‘sister,’ who has been known to leave bruises after stepping on people.
Book-huffers unite! My personal favorite is an old and age-stained copy of Victor Hugo by Leopold Mabilleau; this French relic was bound in 1939 and spent the majority of the time since in a college library. By now it has a delightful aroma of dust, aged paper, sweet wood, pipe tobacco, and oddly enough, vanilla. I suspect this might be a result of the same kind of college kids who smoked catnip in hopes of getting high. My French has never been good enough to read this book; I keep it around purely for book-huffing purposes.

Now that sounds like a hella huffable book