I heard when porcupines get cold, they huddle together for warmth and then their quills stab each other and they run away. I want to be by you like porcupines want to be softer, like kids want to be astronauts, like God wants that eighth day. I want you like an eighth day. – You should've seen the way he was looking at you.
I smile a little. "How?"
Like you're the ocean and he's desperate to drown.
This is our first weekend in a long time where we don’t have a ton of plans. And I’m totally here for it 🙌🏻 Maks sure you take some time for yourself this weekend to relax and recharge 🥰! http://liketk.it/2EbZ3 #firstname.lastname@example.org