I just want to be a witch who lives in the forest and has a little herb garden and woodland creature friends and time to read and paint and sing and bake. Instead I live in the city and barely have the energy to dress myself. I hate it here.
Nothing like seeing a lil woodland creature to brighten up my week. Thank you, lil raccoon, for putting your tiny hands on my windowsill and peering in to say hi.
I really just want to be able to live a comfortable life and go to work and see people I love and enjoy little treats but instead I get an extra heaping scoop of responsibility on my shoulders that I genuinely don't think I can handle.
my most american take is that fahrenheit is actually superior to celsius in a practical, human sense.
like 100 is hot and 0 is cold, that’s so straightforward. if it’s a nice day it’s essentially 65%-70% hot out. like duh it just makes sense
I swear nothing is as flattering as your tattoo artist telling you that they've been thinking about an idea you proposed to them for a year and are excited to tattoo it. s e r o t o n i n
I have my windows and doors open because it's a lovely evening out, and I can smell that someone in my neighborhood is baking cookies. It smells so damn good.
I have my windows and doors open because it's a lovely evening out, and I can smell that someone in my neighborhood is baking cookies. It smells so damn good.