no, sun! stop it!
you are burning my arm off with your badly timed warmness. why weren’t you around when i was walking on the frost to my 9am?
grrrr.
@1 year ago
I want to sit in a big, soft armchair in front of a fire and read obscure literature in dusty red hardback covers that smell like old and never, ever leave that room.
"Do your best mole!"
This remains my favourite picture of all time.
