Snuggie Cult (via petercoffin)
Snuggie Cult (via petercoffin)
In Boston on the 3rd. Via KABOBfest.
I used to build forts in our living room out of large euro pillows from my parent’s bed and a yellow sateen blanket my grandmother made. Inside, I felt like I had a home.
I also liked playing in cardboard boxes. I would close the top up and poke holes through the sides to let the light in. It was a starry night sky and I was the moon.
Why does my dog occasionally sneak a mouthful of her own tail and yank out tufts of fur?
I sliced my left thumb while trying to cut a piece of cheese with the dull end of a butter knife.
Why do I still brew coffee for two?