snug ovenbird My dog seeks out softness like it’s his job. He doesn’t settle for anything less than princess_and_the_pea level comfy. Right now he’s on top of a pillow on top of a pile of blankets on top of my bed. He always picks a spot with as many layers of cozy as possible. He likes a chocolate torte of cozy, fifty-five layers of butter and dough in a perfect french croissant cozy, a lasagne of cozy. I admire this about him and try to adopt a similar mindset. To this end I have thrown out all my bras, purchased underwear that never ride up, and refuse to put on shoes I couldn’t easily walk twenty kilometers in. I’ve spent enough time hurting. When I find a heart that’s soft enough, I curl myself around it, and never leave. 250916 what's it to you? who go blather from