This reminds me of the fire (?) tree in Pisay. The one near the front lobby gazebos :D
▲ the escapist.
lives in a place called Hundred Acre Wood.
loves nutella, popping bubble wrap, plunging your
hand deep into a sack of grain, hand-written letters,
waves crashing the shore, the scent of vintage books.
Not your average teenage blog with
highfalutin words used in the wrong context.
