“dream job” bitch i don’t have one i don’t dream about being employed i dream about living in a cottage making soap and painting titties. capitalism is a nightmare
does anyone want to join me in a ring of cabins up in the swiss alps where we have a collective herd of sheep and plant flowers and lay on our backs with our dogs at our feet and have showings of nature documentaries out in the town square every tuesday
i’m so bad at remembering the average age for baby milestones like someone will be like “she’s 18 months (:” and i’ll be like “right what can she…… do? teeth? are there teeth?”