Here he is… My own pooka boy… I’ll rub his cute little face and squhish his soft body till the end of times. (Except for tonight because I have a sore throat and headache. I also threw up a bit ago…😝😫😢😖😱🤢🤢 emoticon.) Another fun fact I got upset when my friend played dig dug in front of me and popped the pookas. It made me sad because I was like 😢 nooooooo…. not the pookas…. How could you do that to a little Stuffed animal like him. Be ashamed of yourself. And he would laugh at me because I was in 7th grade.
the super moon tomorrow night (dec. 3) will be the closest the moon has been to earth since 1948, and it won’t be closer again until 2034. if you’re looking to do some potent lunar magic, don’t miss this chance!!
i keep trying to memorize every detail of the moments i live in. in the soreness of my legs from standing so long at a concert, the chill of the night, the patterns of a tablecloth, the oily texture in my mouth after eating fried bananas. i keep trying to memorize the feelings, the quiet contentedness, the laughter, the excitement. i keep trying to memorize the people, their smiles, the way they speak, what makes them laugh. i’m constantly on the cusp of the next part of my life and that’s just so.. strange. but it makes it so much easier to find happiness no matter what’s happening to me, in a way? because i’m already kind of looking at life with those rose-colored glasses of nostalgia, simply because i know these are times i’ll never be able to live again, and these are people i might not always have, and that makes it so much easier to appreciate everything i might miss later.
can we appreciate boys more
like all kinds of boys and everything they do??
like, when a boy is wearing a shirt or sweatershirt that’s just a little too short and he stretches and that Lil Bit Of Tum shows??? amazing. and don’t even get me started on when boy’s wear hoodies that are too big and they get sweater paws. gosh dang sweater paws. they’re my weakness.
and chubby boys? can we talk more about chubby boys because chubby boys are the goddamn cutest. i wanna collectively squish all of their chubby cheeks and make all of them cookies. and also when boys GIGGLE???? don’t even get me started on boys giggling, especially when their nose get’s all crinkly as it goes from a giggle to a regular laugh ugh adorable. amazing and adorable, 25/10. and trans boys?? do not even get me started. y’all are the absolute cutest, you deserve all the hugs & all the backrubs & all the cookies.
like, just, all types of boys are perfect and amazing. if you’re a boy or even somewhat see yourself as one and you’re reading this post you’re automatically adorable and perfect; sorry, i don’t make the rules.