I wish for my Sundays
To be filled with green mango tea
And movies
And cuddling
I want the
Rain to steak my windows
And birds to quietly call out among the trees
Even just to sit quietly
Or with soft music
Crooning away in my ears
With a book, the birds, and the rain
Would make my SundayNote: ppl r setting off fireworks and it's making my dog heckin nervous
(The photo above is her in her 'safety blanket' that she sits in when she's anxious)
My poor bby
YOU ARE READING
Honey
PoetryHaha guess what this was gonna be a serious thing but like most things in my life- Self sabotage took over Aka this is a big ol' 'book' of shitposts and small moments of mini mental breakdowns Enter at yer own risks kiddos