i got out of bed at 11:30 to make this
it is september 20th, the technical start of the autumn season. you sigh to yourself, letting the baseball cap in your hands fall to the ground. it’s no longer summer. your hat is off your head, and not worn backwards. it is no longer time to fucking party.
if you don’t have a body like this then don’t talk to me
Squirrel being fed by a marionette of an old lady being controlled by an old lady. My life is complete