These might be the good old days. Go outside, feel the grass, say wassup to your neighbors,… whatever you do that means community, because sh*t might get bad for a while.
These might be the good old days. Go outside, feel the grass, say wassup to your neighbors,… whatever you do that means community, because sh*t might get bad for a while.
I didn’t understand what this post meant yesterday. “I’m still afraid of what would happen?”
Now it makes total sense. Fuck.