here’s what I want: one day, I want to move to a small one-story home in iceland. I want to get a big dog that forces me to get out of the house multiple times a day. I want to wander around across hills and grass fields. I want to spend hours at the bottom of waterfalls and see the northern lights. I want to come home every day to dozens of blankets and a small fire place. I want to cook small meals and have the window open at inappropriate temperatures. I want to drink coffee and tea all day. I want a shower with water that smells vaguely of sulphur becomes it comes straight out of the earth. I want to write poetry and a dozen of books. I want a desk underneath a big window and a bed with at least two sets of blankets. I want to hug my dog every day. I want to keep the place neat and tidy. I want to invite over colleagues and friends for a cup of tea. I want picture frames. I want rows upon rows of books, collected throughout all of my years, almost telling a story in itself. I want that.
work is stupid. when am i going to get a letter in the mail from a mysterious relative i never met before and inherit a rustic castle somewhere in europe?
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Citizens of Pawnee
This is the absolute best post ever. The citizens of Pawnee are my heroes.
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If sansa stark isn’t happy at the end of game of thrones I’m gonna sue d&d for emotional battery
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Trevante Rhodes in Westworld (2016)
Abbi Jacobson and Ilana Glazer for WWD Magazine (2019)
God Is A (pair of) Wom(e)n
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