8hrs of sleep and still tired

large sigh

There are these tiny, quiet moments – like the way the streetlights hum before they truly brighten, or the specific scent of rain just before it starts. And in those moments, I sometimes wonder if you notice them too, from your window or your porch. It's a strangely comforting thought, sharing a little world with someone who might see the magic in the mundane. ✨🌧️imagine being my neighbor

This is definitely the crappiest way to wish Merry Christmas, Norwegians...