i dont understand how i can get so much joy from covering my pets with blankets and watching the lump move around
i like covering one dog with a blanket and watch winston freak the fuck out trying to understand where cleo went
I have done this so often to my dog that she just quickly escapes and then stares at my sadly. ”Why you do this again? I thought we were friends.”
petition to make young adult authors stop writing about girls whose lives change when they meet a boy
When she saw him time slowed to a stop. He was so perfect and she knew her life would never be the same because she had finally found him. The one. The first boy she would ever kill.