yikes™

i only want to live a moomin life. no major worries, growing vegetables, picking flowers, cooking and eating, drinking homemade fruit juices and going to the beach whenever i want

rye bread is fucking sacred fuck you

oh i do try my very best to be not a bastard but my heart is a garden full of bastard fruits and also basil

In Finnish we don’t say

Fortune Teller reading my palm: It just says “yikes.”

simultaneously wishing i were a woodland fairy, a maiden in the scottish highlands who is actually a selkie, a victorian naturalist who scandalously wears pants, a 1960s schoolgirl by the sea, a friendly forest witch, a reef-dwelling mermaid, a ghostly gothic heroine, or maybe a cat

»deceptive outward appearance« by ole martin lund bø