I think the thing I miss most about being in a relationship is having someone beside me in bed. My dogs are lovely, but they're not comforters; they're comfortees. Comfortors?
a fascinating account of the undulating life of a zebra in suburbia.
I don't know how to get over someone as dangerous, tainted, and flawed as you. You're screwed up and brilliant, look like a million dollar man. So why is my heart broke?
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