It’s 72 degrees, 9am, blue skies, green trees, you’re under just a bit of shade, there’s a cool, fresh breeze, and shitting sitting on a bench like the one in the picture with your honey, both giggling while the sounds of a river directly underneath you sweep away and clean all the waste as birds chip and you both talk about something inane like how jjk is just naruto on adderall and what’s going to be for breakfast.
Imagine:
It’s 72 degrees, 9am, blue skies, green trees, you’re under just a bit of shade, there’s a cool, fresh breeze, and
shittingsitting on a bench like the one in the picture with your honey, both giggling while the sounds of a river directly underneath you sweep away and clean all the waste as birds chip and you both talk about something inane like how jjk is just naruto on adderall and what’s going to be for breakfast.We used to have it all