#wincus

Catastrophy Cat hair. Everywhere. Literally everywhere. Winston feels like he’s practically drowning in it. Two fucking weeks with a cat running around and even the clothing that still hasn’t left his travel bag is covered in it. The pet friendly hotel hadn’t been this fuzzy before they got her

Coffee & Cigarettes Part I Steam rose from his cup, delicate tendrils mixing with the smoke from his third cigarette in the past hour. He should quit. Ted pulls another cigarette from the pack and lights it. He leans against the hand railing of the balcony outside of his apartment. Ben had convin