Living in an isolated idyllic little world where it’s just you and the people you love supporting each other sounds fucking DOPE.
Give me that solarpunk cottagecore life any day, every day, all day.
I’m aware that’s a fantasy, but if someone told me there was a sliver of a chance, the impulse control center of my brain would shut down for long enough to be dangerous.
Can you blame them?
Living in an isolated idyllic little world where it’s just you and the people you love supporting each other sounds fucking DOPE.
Give me that solarpunk cottagecore life any day, every day, all day.
I’m aware that’s a fantasy, but if someone told me there was a sliver of a chance, the impulse control center of my brain would shut down for long enough to be dangerous.