Rufio’s pounce caught in mid-air.
The reason why I don’t have to wear socks sometimes, my feet stay warm by way of Rufio.
What can I say? Rufio’s ticklish like a school girl.
Another day added to the books, goodnight world.
Rufio, I envy your life.
"I've been thinking with my guts since I was fourteen years old, and frankly speaking, between you and me, I have come to the conclusion that my guts have shit for brains." — High Fidelity
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