i just want to live in a cottage right on the edge of the forest and the coast, close enough to town to walk with a little basket for groceries and idk work in a local bookshop. like please. thats the dream
tbt when i was in my truck having a spiritual experience listening to the horns segment of predatory wasp at such an ear-shattering volume as i took my sweet ass time readjusting my admittedly terrible parking job at in a fresh market parking lot that i couldn’t hear the redneck blaring his horn at me and calling me a stupid bitch because he wanted to drive around me
I hate you for what you did and I miss you like a little kid I faked it every time but that’s alright I can hardly feel anything I hardly feel anything at all