friday is the cruelest day
bob: get a hold of yourself, woman.
liisa: whatever do you mean?
bob: i know it’s friday and all, but sheesh.
liisa: i haven’t done anything.
bob: really?
liisa: really.
bob: haven’t done anything?
liisa: uh-huh.
bob: so what you’re … Read the rest
rekindled
meet bedford. my sweet, fluffy, cozy, comfy, drapey loving substitute of a human relationship that has restored my faith in life and yarn.
he’s like a great … Read the rest
goodbye, my love
i used to love you.
the way you looked, the way you felt.
i used to come up and softly pet you, caress your every curl, worship every fibre of your being. you completed me in ways i had never … Read the rest
mr. freeze
it seemed like such a good idea. photographing the latest FO outside. after all, it was only -26C. surely a finn, accustomed from birth to living in the dark and wrestling polar bears while dousing herself with whale blubber, is … Read the rest
