I’d have to get my lick back at the Oscars. They’d hear my mouth from the red carpet just because my blood sugar is low. I’m going slur for slur until I get an apple juice!
As someone who hasn’t killed a spider in years… it’s fair to say I’m on good terms with a large, quiet population. I know spiders in places. I’ve built alliances you can’t comprehend. I have connections. I wouldn’t be rude to me if I were you.
Me when he’s open to all the deep uncomfortable talks and is super open and honest about who he is and his past, and his intentions, and does his shadow work, and prays with me, and cooks for me, and gives me hugs and kisses all the time.