aiming for a higher quality of something
Two weeks least in the semester. So much work left to do.
Right before she got her head stuck in the tissue box.
The three of us in one chair, because they must be by my side at all times. In the background you can see Satori’s contraption. It’s a bunch of her favorite things stacked together in one decor-killing mess.
She sleeps like this.
Book on my lap, carry on my shins.
She stole my blanket and my ottoman.