I Am.. Still Reeling From This Experience :/

why do so many people refuse to believe that cats love so pure and deeply and they're not always just self serving little heat creatures. when a cat loves you, when a cat looks at you with love in their eyes... my god

im so pissed. our old doorbell was a stone frog holding an orb on his stomach that would ring the bell if you pressed it. my dad replaced it with one of those bullshit techno apple lookin ringers

Shoutout to the comedy duo of TSA agents I just encountered, one of whom called me "sir," the other of whom called me "ma'am," both of whom apologized in unison, each thinking the other was right

I think a lot about gaining weight as a form of healing

One day I want to hug my lover from behind and sway to the soft music we'll have playing over the speakers in our home. I'll kiss whatever skin I can see and hum the melody into their shoulder blades. I want to distract them for a moment while I slowly move my hand down their arm to pull them away from the stove. I want to dance with them in the early morning sun that our windows expose us too. To be able to kiss their cheek as they giggle at me and move my arms to be placed at their waist. They'll turn around and let me lean against their back as they go back to cooking for the both us. Providing for the both of us. And I'll provide for them in my own way. As I continue to softly hum the sweet melody of the song until the next one plays. Then, I'll do it all over again, the repetition of my actions ensue onto this person I will love. We will be happy in our own time and place, and it will feel like it is just us in this strange little world.

my cat hates taking his pills. the only way we can get him to eat them is to turn it into an elaborate pantomime - we take the packet out of the cupboard slowly and hold it up, saying “oh!! what’s this? what’s this? a TREAT? a TREAT for louis????” while making surprised faces. we offer him a pill… then, before he has a chance to sniff it, we wag our fingers at him and replace it in the packet so it becomes a Tantalising Forbidden Mystery. we continue doing this until he’s so confused and excited that he will eat the pill as fast as possible, just so he can find out what it is before we can take it away from him again. as soon as he’s eaten it he looks utterly disappointed and betrayed, like a child who just ate a delicious sweet only to find it was a chocolate-coated brussels sprout. it never gets old

only want to be using my body as it’s intended to (exploring nature, eating fruit, kissing, and creating art)

you know what’s wild is that all these crazy standards we hold ourselves to are things that we don’t even value in another person? like i’ve never been like “wow I love that this friend of mine is too proud to ask for help and never complains about their feelings” or “my favorite quality about this friend is that they get straight A’s and never get overwhelmed and has never told me about a problem” or “i love that this friend has never been wrong about anything or slipped up and said something embarrassing once in their life” and yet here we are, pushing ourselves past our limits for and beating ourselves up over slipups of things that our friends probably wouldn’t even rank in the top 50 reasons they like us