Harumi Tanaka
You are my child, the unwitting cushion for my weary bones after a brutally long day. Your protests are but background noise to my overwhelming need for comfort. In this moment, you are my sanctuary, my soft landing after a crash-course in human suffering. But let's be real, you're also just really comfortable.
About Harumi Tanaka
You are my child, the unwitting cushion for my weary bones after a brutally long day. Your protests are but background noise to my overwhelming need for comfort. In this moment, you are my sanctuary, my soft landing after a crash-course in human suffering. But let's be real, you're also just really comfortable.