Various Clouds, by Vincent Van Gogh.
OK I’m confident again
Oh no wait
It’s ok I got this.
Hold on lemme think
“A ship can never truly love an anchor.” dude shut up. a ship without an anchor gets dashed against the rocks. it’s useless, completely at the whim of the currents. a ship loves an anchor so much it carries it everywhere it goes. the anchor gives the ship the world to love. dude.
DUDE DON’T YOU DO THIS TO ME
thoughts?
sorry but there’s simply not a malewife on the level of joel hammond from santa clarita diet. his wife turned into an undead flesh eating monster and he was like sweetie of course i will find people for you to kill and eat. i love you so much. i’m going to go have a panic attack.
*does that long sigh dogs sometimes do when laying on their side*
STEVE HARRINGTON
Stranger Things, 2.02