onward to the march picture thread
With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head will collapse
But there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself:
Where is my mind?
things I've done lately:
look at water
read with friends
sunbathe with friends
“if you want to be a bird,” you said once, “with colorful plumage and buoyant trills, you must also be ready for hollow bones."