I hate how gooey my guts feel, all warm and heavy, because it is a little. It’s embarrassing. Has my neck heating up, and I don’t even understand why because it’s not like the rest of the table can see my insides melting. And I’m obviously never going to turn into a fucking duck. But I mean, if I did, it feels like, yeah, he might be sweet enough to build me a pond.
This is both adorable and absolutely hilarious. But, I think we've all had totally inconceivable dreams that our significant others have had to pacify
