
a poem about wanderlust
The Quiraing , Isle of Skye , Scotland
The other day, I was in a very good mood and so I decided I would post a picture of myself making this really funny face, but then I couldn’t remember how I had made that expression before. The last time I did it, I looked like a gargoyle and I couldn’t do it for very long because I was cracking up.
I kept looking at myself in the mirror, trying to figure it out, but I gave up. So you didn’t get a picture of me because I couldn’t remember how to make my face hideous enough. I’m not sure if you should be glad or disappointed because you missed out on a hilarious expression