okay picture this; i go back in time and find a victorian orphan child. do i blow his mind? do i break his brain? NO!!! i give him warm soft clothes and a hug. he gets me wizard high off what would commonly be used to treat a minor cough in that era. we both eventually contract a deadly illness and then i bring him to the future where we get easily cured of our ailment. i buy him a happy meal afterwards. he’s my good son now. love you son.
no lie, the second half of this post really helped me put a different perspective on my life and greatly the decreased the anxiety i have about my life to come
growing six things and buying pasta at the store >>> uber eats
don’t let snarky twitter posts discourage you from living sustainably
Please grow your own food. It’s easy if you have the space. Couple tomatoes and salad greens on the balcony, herbs and green onions in your window sills. You can totally do that.
