i wish i was an italian farmer pushing my wheelbarrow full of fruits and vegetables down a gravel path on the side of a hill towards the market in the center of town and didnt know what a tide pod was
we’re literally floating on a tiny planet in fucking space why are we surrounded by hatred and misery. why can’t everyone just calm the fuck down and lay on some grass. the sun is a GIANT BURNING ORB why does money exist. fuck everything