Honestly I’m not gonna survive the apocalypse. Y'all go on gathering berries and drinking cockroach milk (apparently) and forming barter economies and I’m gonna stay in my house until the last of my seltzer runs out and then I’m gonna put on an all cashmere outfit and lay down and die. Have fun fending off the coyotes and doomsday cults and living on expired canned goods in a world with no more Netflix. Pass.
Pergola with Oranges,
c. 1834,
Thomas Fearnley
(Norwegian, 1802-1842)
After watching pride and prejudice for the 100th time this is how my mood boards look like
