Come on now. Sometimes it’s in that sweet spot where it’s not hot enough to kill you but it’s hot enough to make you want to go to a place full of gritty sand, sharp rocks, obnoxious birds, and aquatic predators so you can cool down in the water which will ensure you need to consistently reapply the cancer-prevention lotion that makes it impossible to hold your drink that you desperately need to finish to stay hydrated in this nice relaxing open-air oven.
Way better than wearing a scarf. You’d have to pick out one that’s aesthetically pleasing to you, and then feel all cozy wrapping it up around your chin. Yuck. Give me kneecap sunburn any day, thank youuuuu!
I love winter. 6 hours of sun per day and the color gray is all I ever wanted in life.
This. 100000 times this.
i love winter too. here it’s ice and snow, and no sun. during summer the damn sun won’t go down at all so i can’t sleep!
Ah yes because staying inside all day because it’s too hot and humid and the grey skies from rain is amazing as well.
Come on now. Sometimes it’s in that sweet spot where it’s not hot enough to kill you but it’s hot enough to make you want to go to a place full of gritty sand, sharp rocks, obnoxious birds, and aquatic predators so you can cool down in the water which will ensure you need to consistently reapply the cancer-prevention lotion that makes it impossible to hold your drink that you desperately need to finish to stay hydrated in this nice relaxing open-air oven.
Way better than wearing a scarf. You’d have to pick out one that’s aesthetically pleasing to you, and then feel all cozy wrapping it up around your chin. Yuck. Give me kneecap sunburn any day, thank youuuuu!
I think Winter is pretty. The blowing snow, the silhouettes of trees, icicles… And the sounds are pretty cool, too. The wind, the crunchy footsteps…
Crunchy? In wet and salty sludge?
You’re mistaking winter for a christmas postcard.
Gray his house With a gray little window And a gray corvette And everything is gray for him