Pip and I had morning cuddles.
24 years old. Queer. New York. BA in Gender Studies. Counseling student. Germanophile, writer, reader (see my books here), feminist, runner, writer, lover, Nerdfighter. More about me :) In recovery from an eating disorder & PTSD, living with depression. Trigger warnings always apply, please take gentle care. What's up, babycakes?
Happy Birthday to my number-one man, Pip!!!
I wish I were home to take you out into the woods, you old 8-year-old you.
Last year I told the (to be honest rather heart-wrenching) story of how Pip came into my life. This year I just want to say that no one loves like a dog, and my Pipstaroo has walked me through a lot of life’s struggles, and I love him very very much. <3
today: eat something. walk to Target to pick up photos. lunch. bake gingerbread cookies. tidy room. read. dinner. concert — SEE FRIEND T.!
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