addressing Seville: my darling, sweet, beloved, perfect boy, if you would wait for me to fucking lay down before you jumped on top of me--
Every night he does this
I’m like sitting up in bed taking my meds or taking my hairpins out or arranging the blankets and he teleports on top of me and I’m like now I have to move you you inconvenient little fool
Big mood
me: /touches bed
sally: /comes RUNNING to make herself comfortable
sally: /comes RUNNING to make herself comfortable