Every morning my grandmother makes me oatmeal, puts it in a little bowl, and calls my name to come down and get it from her.
I love the poetry of this. More beauty, yes, I can get behind that. Sometimes it feels like the only thing left.
I have to agree…thank you for reading <3
Lazy girls unite
I love the poetry of this. More beauty, yes, I can get behind that. Sometimes it feels like the only thing left.
I have to agree…thank you for reading <3
Lazy girls unite