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 big cup of perfect black tea in the morning. a warm and all-encompassing hug in the form of hairy gray wool.
something that makes me want to just sit here with my feet up on the radiator and stare outside and let none of that mundane, earthly, wisecracking sillyness penetrate my calm and relaxed self.
how completely out of character.