You will lose him.
He's suffocating under your tyrannic bitchiness.
He's drowning from the torrential downpour that is your constant dissapproval.
You will lose him and you will hate it.
You have been warned.
40 days, pals.
We are the menagerie in Noah's ark, weathering the storm. We await the day when the windows swing open and the salty breeze of freedom wafts tantilizingly under our noses, hinting towards adventure and the unkown.
I feel inspired and opressed at the same time.
Not fun.
He's drowning from the torrential downpour that is your constant dissapproval.
You will lose him and you will hate it.
You have been warned.
40 days, pals.
We are the menagerie in Noah's ark, weathering the storm. We await the day when the windows swing open and the salty breeze of freedom wafts tantilizingly under our noses, hinting towards adventure and the unkown.
I feel inspired and opressed at the same time.
Not fun.