That moment when you’re finally going to get out of bed and do things and this little asshole climbs up and rubs his face against you and then takes a nap right next to you and you’re like, “OH MY GOSSSHHH. I HAVE TO BE HERE FOR ALL OF THIS MOMENT”.
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First published: the east
Reprinted: the west
Comparative Lit and Film. I really enjoy Scott Bradfield, David Foster Wallace, and Kenneth Rexroth.