Fly on, little wing.

Fly on, little wing.

Clara Day. PNW. Barista with ambitions, likes to be outside, wants to go places and pitch a tent there, does surveys to pass time, and knows way too much about coffee and wine.

I have an italian greyhound and he is my god.
I reblog outdoor photos, the moon, and foxes.

For real though fuck this noise.

People need to find something better to do on the last gorgeous Saturday of summer than bombard the local Starbucks with ridiculous orders.

Go play outside, ya dumb sheep.