I love my mom and I love an excuse to sit down and talk to her for hours. And then when we get home we keep talking for another couple hours. Really helps with the whole “we watch our parents grow old too”
If you woke up thinking about sandcastles. If your breakfast had a pretty tomato in it. If you pondered what you would look like next to a bed of poppies before you fell asleep. Becoming your thoughts…
Nobody can stop me from covering this city in wondrous joy. Specifically anything by the talking heads or echo and the bunnymen. Also it keeps you safe because everyone thinks you’re crazy.
