Do you ever get nervous about something and then realize you’re actually not nervous at all but sort of performing the nervousness because it fits the situation and you’re like whatever girl You’ve lived a lot by now It’s not that serious
Every day I am so excited to get a good nights rest and then wake up and get a good nice stretch and then wine down and get a good nights rest and then wake up and get a good nice stretch and then.. over and over again until I breathe my last breath
After enduring days of rejection, Baby Punch finally experienced the comfort of love. Today, the adult monkey Onsing drew little Punch into a firm, deeply reassuring embrace.
Im so heartbroken and distraught. Getting off my commute today, saw a newborn baby abandoned by the stairs wrapped up in a coat. I can’t stop thinking about it. I hope baby girl is ok