Moving Mountains

I’m a sucker for cuteness

I like cute things. Cute dogs. Cute cats. Cute kids. Cute…stuff.

If I see a cute dog and the owner doesn’t look intimidating I will march up to them and ask if I can pet their dog. Then ask for the dogs name and so on.

When I see a cute kid, I smile and point like an idiot and try to get them to smile at me.

Last time I saw a cute baby, she ignored me and instead gave my boyfriend a bright smile. Which was cuter. I could’ve crawled.

I can’t handle cuteness sometimes. Cuteness will kill me someday.