I have no idea what to do with this information

anytime someone from the UK orders a print from me I’m delighted because the addresses tend to be charming and sound completely made-up, I just suspend my disbelief and accept that I’m sending a package someplace with a name like Bristleberry House at Ditchmallow in Brambleford-on-Cotton—incredible lmaooo I bet this gets delivered to you by a badger in a little coat

our mail is delivered by a human being his name is postman pat and he is the backbone of the british working class

I hope you’re all wiggly today

Writhing as we speak !

me: if it’s meant to be, it’ll happen also me: *quadruple texts you within 3 hours*

Tattoos and less anxiety, that’s all I want

I’M IN HYSTERICS

viva la vida defined 2008 I don’t remember anything else and I refuse to

There was a financial crisis

sorry bro can’t hear you i think st peter is calling my name

Galar region victory road

Steam it, throw on some butter, salt, and pepper, and then you have a decent side dish. veggies are amazing, even brussels sprouts are mildly ok this way.

*deep sigh* i wish some distant relative of mine would leave me an old farm in their will so i could fuck off to the countryside and save the harvest goddess