the gold is wrinkled and worn. but its scars tell a story. one I would much rather hear frankly.
sending love to any shiny spirit who was ever made to feel less than beautiful.
go gently.
the gold is wrinkled and worn. but its scars tell a story. one I would much rather hear frankly.
sending love to any shiny spirit who was ever made to feel less than beautiful.
go gently.
o canada
my home and native land
I spent your day strolling through mega fauna and snap snap snapping.
gawd keep you glorious and free!
o canada, seriously, stand on guard for thee.