I can’t even think of anything to say. I guess just talk to me about whatever, Lemmy. Please and thank you. I’m tired of being alone with my thoughts.
EDIT: All right, gonna turn in. Love ya anyway, Lemmy. Goodnight.
I can’t even think of anything to say. I guess just talk to me about whatever, Lemmy. Please and thank you. I’m tired of being alone with my thoughts.
EDIT: All right, gonna turn in. Love ya anyway, Lemmy. Goodnight.
Same fam, looks like I just missed you
We should start a book club or something, idk
I can’t even afford a book right now and the only thing that even sounds appealing to read is The Wind in the Willows.
…but a book club isn’t a terrible idea. I wonder if anyone else would be interested.
You know what, I’ve never actually read The Wind in the Willows, but I hear it’s delightful.
If you want to make a book club, I’d join. Otherwise, I’ll check back in (if I remember) with what I thought
I am firmly in the camp that it’s only considered a children’s book due to the simplistic writing, but otherwise the story is deeply affecting for adults.
I would have given anything to paddle down the Thames with Water Rat and Mole, having picnics in the meadows, and generally leading a relaxed and happy life.
It’s definitely a “stop glorifying the grind and start glorifying whatever the fuck this is” type deal.