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.
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.