At NASA’s Drawing Board - J R Eyerman
Best. Thing.
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The other morning, when Dave left for work, he left his shirt on the bed. It smelled just like him. I slept on it, and he was so god damn entertained by finding me that way when he came home.
This morning, when he left, as he was saying goodbye he made sure to let me know his shirt is right there, and tucked it up next to me.
Now I’m wearing it.
Being rough with me won’t hurt me!
(It’s what I want)






