Its one of those terrible days, the weather just plants its mood in your mind. The kitchen roof is leaking and no matter how hard you try you just can't get warm. I want to bake muffins and have bonsoy hot-chocolates. I wish I could just crawl into bed and be held. The kind of hug where no matter how thirsty you are or how you can no-longer feel your limbs, you don't move, because you don't want anything to change. Image via weheartit.
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