Mo Willems’ friends get it.
I was putting some books on my top shelf and one of them fell and hit me on the face. I feel so betrayed right now.
Yeah. on We Heart It
My house / Mi casa (ilustración de Sue McCartney-Snape)
Submitted by my-life-without-regret
Books live at my house. They go from room to room and lounge on various pieces of furniture. They go to work and to the store with us. They sit at the kitchen table. They ride in the car and fly in planes with us. They live with us and pay rent in fantasy.