the sheer amount of snuggles, silliness, meows, play, purrs, and chicken pate in my home has grown by massive amounts to the betterment of my quality of life
(his name is goblin and he is a beautiful boy!
when i was a kid i believed that being in your mid thirties was the sexiest and most appealing thing a woman could do. now, from the vantage point of that coveted position, i send my younger self warmest regards. i wish to let her know that she is right, and has much to look forward to
an album that answers the question thatβs been on all our minds: what would it sound like to be the driver of a cab service for rats, by rats, in the city, during the fall of communism? now u know
