What if I just never got out of bed?
Oh, right, I’d fail med school.
Bummer.
WIWT: It is impossible to be anything except jubilantly happy in a fancy floral and warm weather.
QT face. I love when you smile.
Last night.
This handsome fuck is trying to get in on the sweater-gang I have going with Scoutbutt. I have high hopes we’ll soon be a threesome.
Hello side part. Just another inch or so until I have a proper pompadour.
AHHHHHHHH HOTTIE! This morning I dreamed you were naked on top of me on the cement out by the garbage cans by my house and I couldn’t convince you to get up even though someone was sure to walk by.
You have a great concerned eyebrow-face with slightly-open-mouth. Which is to say I like your hair.
WIWT: It’s finally starting to get chilly out.
I can’t wait to tackle you and bloom your skin the color of those pants.