To soon Tom, too soon.
TOM ENOUGH
This is the kindest expression I’ve ever seen in my life no one has ever looked at me with this much empathy and understanding
Honestly this whole “shepherd living in a cottage in the middle of eastern europe/scandinavia” fantasy is my healthiest form of escapism yet. Who cares if I’m completely ignoring my deeper traumas. I’m planting cabbage into the soft wet earth bitch
my mental illness: hey bitch
me: *sitting on the porch surrounded by vines and plants, kulning to the cows, playing a nyckelharpa and watching the shadows of the clouds on the far-off mountains* Freyja has given me her blessing, creature. Begone from this place.