Distance is my jam, solitude is my peanut butter.
I come from a time of excessive Durans.
Once it’s in the oven I don’t really care why the chicken crossed the road.
I’m not lazy, I’m an inactivist.
Current mood: Potato
Distance is my jam, solitude is my peanut butter.
I come from a time of excessive Durans.
Once it’s in the oven I don’t really care why the chicken crossed the road.
I’m not lazy, I’m an inactivist.
Current mood: Potato