I like most things about her. Which is more than most people can say. I wish she was less skittish (like those stupid wolf graphics she is so fond of doling across our text threads) and I wish she was less prone to falling asleep on me with the weighty, dreamlessness of a german shepherd. I always assure her she’s not crushing my arm because I would rather she was close to me than not close to me. Sometimes the dull ache in my shoulder makes me think this is a white lie I could afford to discard, and sometimes I’ll feel her muppet-esque eyelashes flutter on my bare chest and it feels kind of like there are butterflies on either side of my skin.
.. cant look away
.. cant look away
.. cant look away
I like most things about her. Which is more than most people can say. I wish she was less skittish (like those stupid wolf graphics she is so fond of doling across our text threads) and I wish she was less prone to falling asleep on me with the weighty, dreamlessness of a german shepherd. I always assure her she’s not crushing my arm because I would rather she was close to me than not close to me. Sometimes the dull ache in my shoulder makes me think this is a white lie I could afford to discard, and sometimes I’ll feel her muppet-esque eyelashes flutter on my bare chest and it feels kind of like there are butterflies on either side of my skin.