When I realize it's the 4th, and that it's only fair because I rocked my body on Canaday...






*spends hour and a half writing out all of the feels in a letter*

*deletes it*

*still can’t sleep*


Rejoice, for the gods of maple syrup, poutine, and hockey have bestowed their favour upon you!
art is hard



And honestly? I was like







… But then I taste the cherry ones and it’s like


