I’m sitting on my back sun porch listening to Belle & Sebastian, drinking coffee, and writing. I never thought I would get here but I’m so happy I did. I am in love with moments like this.
Then why bother telling me at all? Its just kind of mean.
My dad just yelled “I SWEAR I’LL CUT OFF WHAT’S LEFT OF YOUR DICK IF YOU FUCKING TOUCH MY COKE DON’T YOU DARE” and I came in the room like what the fuck and it was my dad holding up a shoe and my cat sitting by a glass of coca-cola with his paw almost touching inside of it and both of them didn’t even break eye contact with each other