I’m going to my aunt and uncle’s cottage for a few days, they live on a house on the property and the orginal cottage is for guests, anyway, best friend, cousin, and I have the whole thing to ourselves while they’re away and my cousin was like “Oh but we have to feed the horses” and then cartoon hearts shot out of my eyes and I died because I forgot HORSES!
Iceland worked as a nanny for two blonde-haired, dull-eyed children of an overseas family aching with money, a surrogate motherhood that encouraged her inner cynic. But the parents paid well, enough to live like Kavi had longed to since her cramped New Delhi childhood: as deposed princesses in exile, tasteful but plain. No running water, no electricity, certainly no internet. Just two women who adored the dresses off each other, a giggling river, and a cat named Amelia Bedelia.
And the crag witches.
6 new followers in the past two days, NO IDEA where they came from
i bet in 2000 years theyre gonna be digging up the rubble of our destroyed earth and they’ll find a nokia still on half battery
Owl City is a GREAT way to start a day 😀
wholeheartedly agreed! 😀