29th
I say something similar nearly everyday.
Fuck work, I want to be a Tulip Farmer.
Tulip Fields outside Alkmaar, North-Holland, Netherlands (via Allard One)
Of feverish stripes, hint vividly to me.
—James Whitcomb Riley (1849-1916)
Wow.
Worth blogging again. I love this so much. It’s sad to see Jamie’s life end so abruptly, but also life affirming to see the joy he had in so much of it.
It’s a reminder to appreciate every moment.
Haha, there is no language in the middle of Iceland because NOBODY CAN LIVE THERE! How is it even part of Europe if there’s no people living in it. That is our number one thing, people live everywhere.