i think it’s awfully rude that neither am i small enough to walk underneath cute lil mushrooms & hide under them while it’s raining like a bus stop nor are mushrooms large enough for me to use as a functional umbrella
hOw am i supposed to be happy when i know there’s these tiny things & i canOt sit on top of them while i hold a boys hand!!!!
wanna lean my head on a boys shoulder while the wind gently rocks the mushroom like one of those swing chairs
(platonic or romantic u decide)


















