I’m jumping the gun this summer. I’m biting off more than I can chew. I’m barking up the wrong tree. I’m writing checks my ass can’t cash. I’m with whatever and I mean that. Rest in fucking peace outdoor boys
i’m gonna tell the flowers what you did. and then they’ll tell the bees and the bees will tell the birds. good luck next time you come to the meadow bro
when i say im outside this summer, i mean im on the porch, in the backyard, in the park, in the woods, in the ocean, by the river, by the creek, with the trees