— treblerebelle.tumblraw. too sweet for words.
I just felt a pang for all my abandoned stuffed animals residing quietly in my parent’s basement.
My sister used to sleep with every stuffed animal she owned so as not to offend or hurt the feelings of any of them. She’s a better woman than I was. I played favorites.
oh, this hurts my heart too! i always personified my stuffed animals, and felt so guilty when i decided i was too old to sleep with them. i sleep hugging pillows now, no guilt involved! poor hoppy… i might have to go check on him.
