sweet dreams are made of bees
who am i, i’m made of bees
everything is made of bees
when u excited about something and ur friend isnt
Claude Monet, Stom at Belle-Isle
Imagine your previous icon trying to teach your current icon how to dance the Macarena.
Me: “dad am i adopted?”
Dad:no, ur David. why woud anyone name you ‘Adopted’? even if we wanted to, ur name was alredy David when we adopted you