My bunnies weren’t cooperating, so Liz challenged me to a flash fic involving hugs. I like hugs.
The sound of the front door opening and closing brought Alex’s head up. He paused, one ear cocked, but no further sound came from the front foyer.
There was the rattle of keys hitting the small porcelain dish kept by the door, but no greeting back as there usually was. Slightly perturbed, Alex set down the basketball bracket sheet he had been carefully filling out, and clambered out of the chair, padding across the room to peek down the hallway to the front door.
Sooo apparently toronto is having a “Just for Cats” festival tonight. It is dedicated to cat videos.
It is sold out.
Last day of class today. Two weeks until I am officially an educational assistant at my museum.
….I am both ecstatic and terrified.
file is getting too big, time to dump the dead ones. Just a whole lot of QuOn and Ny/On
-takes a deep breath- -takes another- -takes a million more-
Did you hear that? That was the sound of my heart breaking into a billion tiny pieces. I legit shed tears over these. They were beautiful and gut wrenching and sad and ugh. The last one destroyed me for good. Have I ever said I love the way you write and you seriously make me feel so many different raw emotions when I read your stuff?
thank you <3 <3 <3
if it helps, um there is a shit load of really sweet and happy stuff (including Celine Dion songbook XD) coming up in my queue??