Totoro's big, pleading eyes are almost too much to resist. For the love of all that is good, give him a home!
This dangly cupcake would make a nice squeezy stressball. I'd like to keep it in the palm of my hand while I'm on the bus, fighting not to yell at the people who don't have their pass ready when they get on.
All my zippers need Totoros.
Maybe if you talk to it, it will outgrow its tiny vial and join the rest of your houseplants.
Just because the guards aren't allowed to smile doesn't mean they don't enjoy the attention. You know they must trade stories about tourists in the off-hours.
Is that chowder? I could really go for some chowder right now.