youre built like lucas lee from scott pilgrim takes off /pos
it's always so funny to me when people are like "you're built like a brick shithouse" bc im actually pretty short (5'4) and it's very evident when i actually stand next to anything at all so here's me next to a normal sized door and in my bf's shirt
more of like a brick shit-shed i guess?
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The first few days alone, I walked around like in a trance. The house and most of the furniture was mine, bought with the money from my parents, but it still felt empty without Katherine’s little touches.
Candles and fresh flowers were replaced by trash, empty glasses, and painkillers on every surface in the house.
I couldn’t be bothered to clean up. It wasn’t like anyone was going to see it, and I didn’t have the energy.
For weeks, the only thing getting me up in the morning was Cooper who needed to go outside, and the fact that I had patients to see.
Cooper would jump into bed when he heard my alarm go off, and whine sadly until I felt guilty enough to get up for our morning run.
It was a good way to combat the hangovers. By the time Cooper and I returned home and I got out of the shower, I felt almost human again. And after a month or two, I began coming back out of the fog.
Work was going slightly better than my personal life. The customers were happy. Only problem had been the other vet, Lloyd, but he had commented on my hangovers one time too many so I had finally replaced him with a veterinary nurse.
She was very sweet, and great with the patients.
But she also obviously liked me, flirting with me constantly at work.
Even though I was lonely, I didn’t want to get involved with anyone, not with my life being such a disaster. So I tried to keep the distance for months.
But she was persistent.
I finally gave in and we hooked up a few times, but then things turned… awkward.
She finally realised that I wasn’t going to change my mind, that this was never going to get serious, and she quit.
She wasn’t too hard to replace, though.
None of them were.
I saw Freya as often as I could, even if I was just picking her up and spending a few hours with her before taking her back to Katherine.
We’d often go to her favourite park, which had a nice playground. Freya loved it, and I couldn’t refuse.
I wanted to give her the world whenever I was with her.
That’s how I ended up with a cat. It came up to us while we were taking a walk, and Freya instantly fell in love. It seemed like a stray, but was very friendly. I told Freya that we can’t just keep any animal we find.
“But Daddy, look! She has green eyes like us!”
How could I say no?
And so, after making sure she had no owner, Zoe came to live with me and Cooper. Luckily, they got along very well, and I had yet another fur-covered alarm clock to get me up in the morning.
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