Apr 16
I had a pretty bad day yesterday (too sick to push through read the news dreading going back to bigot land to live in a tent) so I grumped around in bed most of the day until I couldn’t stand even that anymore and stomped outside into the night to spend an hour looking for frogs and hanging out with the perpetually single Woodcock.
100/10 experience and highly recommended. Did not cure me, but snapped me out of the trapped feeling for a while. So, you know, touching grass hunting for frogs and chillin with a bird should definitely be a part of your mental health tool kit.
#mental health#brain chemistry#a teaspoon of#touching grass#helps the apocalypse#go down#or whattfever#chronic illness#ok but this poor dude#he’s doing his handsome bird best#the loudest#PEENT#the best twirly screamy dance#so talented#(I guess idk I’m not a bird)#and no one wants him#lonely single dude#I don’t know how to tell him#I just don’t think there’s a#timberdoodle#lady around here#a timberdoodlet#nary a one