When I took an AP Psych class in my senior year, I was expected to write an essay about Erik Erikson on my final.
I was suffering from a severe case of Does Not Give A Fuck, so I turned in a drawing of a ship with Erik Erikson on it, along with a nonsensical story about Erik Erikson being a viking.
I hope Erik Erikson’s father was actually named Erik.
This dog was unable to gaze at his beloved cat due to some menacing potted plants, but true love won in the end.
Because I’m sure people need some cute things today.
Thank you for the cute things, Aaron. This helped a lot. :)