I see London, I see France, I see BREASTMILK!
I was beginning to worry that not leaking would be a sign of difficult breastfeeding. Literally as I was worrying about that (I was in the shower), I have the ladies a little squeeze and lo and behold, mama’s got milk in there.
But something in his expression screamed:
“I can’t handle you.”
And she thought then, that perhaps all relationships were just a case of who gave up first. And her pride couldn’t decide which was worse: giving up when you had promised them not to, or waking up to find that they had given up on you.””
if u don’t like Hufflepuffs then u must not like acceptance, honesty, equality, loyalty, easy kitchen access and lovely cozy hobbit holes and if u don’t like any of those things then u must be a very sad person and i will invite u into our cozy badger tunnel and nab u some cauldron cakes and butterbeer from the kitchens next door and listen to ur troubles until u feel a lil less sad