
Bon Iver is in the garden, singing to the fennel and sugar snap peas. He says it helps them reach their roots deep into the soil so they can grow tall. ‘Someday,’ he says, as he pats my belly, ‘I’ll sing to our babies and they’ll grow roots here too.’
This is genius.
Write my dreams BonIverErotica
Bon Iver Erotica: Making my expectations unreasonably high
Well my goodness.
god i can’t ahahahha
dying