Schlagwort: my mind is a restless wanderer



My sorrow means nothing to the stars. My sadness is irrelevant to the galaxies inhabiting the greatness beyond. Yet I still cry, and pretend the heavens look upon me with pity.

grassy snuggles
I must find this grass and take a nap in it!! It looks like a fluffy ocean
real talk are you in whoville
real talk yes
















