the resting face of the girl who sits across from me in this class is a close-mouthed smile. whenever i look at her i feel like we have some special in joke, as I suppose does every person who glances at her.
who even am i? what color are my eyes? how tall am i? i don’t know, because i lost my driver’s licence.
Happy’ s puppyhood… to the day we took her home
Here are a few pictures from the day Happy was born, to the day we took her home. Most of the pictures were taken by the family who raised Happy. They sent us pictures almost every week. I was so excited I was checking my phone all the time in case some new pictures were sent!
i left my wallet on the top of my car and drove off because I’m a fucking idiot and have since retraced my route twice and can’t find it and this is the WORST feeling, I had so many important things in there :(