Catch me in the bottom of a well eating moss and forgetting language
i wanna disconnect from all social media and go herd sheep and sell berries and mushrooms and herbal salves on the side of some mountain road for a living
im in constant pursuit of comedy. i live for jokes. if i die it better be funny
me every time tumblr updates: what hideous and unusable monstrosity has the clown patrol foisted upon us this time
my mind says college but my heart says isolated sheep herder in Iceland
