Ground level gardens are for plebes
That time I mooned the great abyss
Last Saturday’s 5am exploring companion. From now on, every time I read a story or see a movie where lovers go “strolling through the tall grass,” I will think about this and laff.
Last Saturday, this deer and I had a staring contest in the middle of an abandoned bungalow colony while sun went down, and I had one of those moments where my mind was blown by the beauty of it all or whatever
I got toxic shock syndrome just looking at this
Catskills boarding house