I don’t know what’s going on but it’s a lot
oh to be a small clothed animal from a beatrix potter book, living in a cottage on the countryside kneading bread and such.
Her legs swing complete afternoons away
oh to be a small clothed animal from a beatrix potter book, living in a cottage on the countryside kneading bread and such.
people making fun of the west coast as if drugs and saying “dude” arent two of life’s greatest pleasures