Riley and Tyler
[[MORE]] Tyler dipped his toes into the stream, letting them flow with the current and brush past his sister Riley’s feet like, way more than five times. She was a little shithead this morning for leaving Mom’s Honda Odyssey doors open when Spike could run off. The bulldog lay next to him with his face nuzzled in the grass guarding muddied pairs of pink Skechers and red Nikes. Tyler...
bon-bon: The older I get the more I realise there are no grown ups and nobody knows what the fuck they’re doing.