Underrated Part Of Petting A Cat Is When You Reach Over Their Head To Scratch Their Back And They Bonk

anybody wanna analyse literature with me in an old library while our cats explore all the bookshelves and the ancient wall clock chimes away ?

When the ad said ‘help wanted’ this wasn’t what I expected.

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22:22 / 22.02.2022 manifesting :

🕯🕯🕯academic success, an excellent creative career and good overall health !! 🕯🕯🕯

cats will see a closed door and they will be like HELLO for the love of god HELLO and then you open it and then theyre like oh okay. bye.

“hoseok is always number one to jimin”

Hozier, Take Me to Church

undoubtedly the best thing i read all day

My brother cracked my rib one morning and gave me half of his orange in the evening.

I remember being younger and sometimes wishing to be a single child, to have all the attention and gifts and time but when he was away from home for the first time, I remember crying and stroking his side of the sofa as if blurting out my first wish- for him to be home, without thinking twice, without a shadow of doubt. Even the genie cried. Growing up with a sibling is like being the only people on a stranded boat, constantly figuring out how you can live with them and questioning how you could ever live without them.

One evening, in a fit of anger, I told him how I never wanted him to be my brother and he yelled that he didn't ask for it either. The air smelled like kerosene and my chest was filled with arsenic. I was raging and threw his favorite toy aeroplane down the window, 7 stories of guilt and shame. He cried all night and I wanted to cut off my right hand, the hand that hurt my baby brother. I didn't know if he was ever going to forgive me or even talk to me. The next morning at breakfast, he didn't look at me or say a word, I felt like my chest was about to explode and guilt clouded my vision. But then, I felt a hand quietly holding half of an orange my way.

The only people on a stranded boat. How do you live with them? How could you ever live without them?

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

she’s in her “just tryna graduate” era bro leave that woman alone