anonymous secret #17
“i don’t remember how to love myself”
i dont understand how i can get so much joy from covering my pets with blankets and watching the lump move around
Riding through a snow storm is always going to be hard, Big, dense flakes hitting your eyes, puddles in your shoes and cold creeping into your core. It’s never going to be easy but it does help knowing we had a homemade fish soup on the other side when we peeled off our kit.
the magic begins
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Milly in the morning. Yawning and licking her chops
by Jon and Ellie