When you go to a friend’s house to stay the night and get stuck with the scratchy blanket.

youobviouslyloveoctavia:

battlereindeer:

You know the one.

It’s made of wool.

It has satiny trim that tries to deceive you into thinking this will be a nice blanket experience.

But it’s not.

Every house has one. 

It’s buried deep in the bowels of the linen closet, under some afghans and a comforter with the down coming out of it, but make no mistake.

The scratchy blanket is there. 

And it waits. 

Every time I sleep over at a friend’s house.

EVERY.TIME.

I for one don’t have wool blankets

The closest I got are made of flannel and they’re for me, so please sleep with me someone ; 3;

(Source: battlegoats, via youobviouslyloveoctavia)