Homesick for arms that don’t want to hold me.
- ten-word poem #30 (via itsgoodtoseaya)
it’s four am and i’m laughing to the point of crying
He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion.
The only creatures that are evolved enough to convey pure love are dogs and infants.
My fucking weakness. The relationship of a dog and a child. This is adorable. :’)