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
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