me, dumping a load of freshly washed but unfolded laundry on my bed: boy i’m sure gonna be pissed about this when i want to go to bed
:)!
“cats can’t do any tricks” well wrong.
cats can:
- sniff
- fall off things
- Lick plastic (BAD trick)
when your professor clearly did everything they could to not have an 8 AM either
i am SO SICK of unhappy endings. idk about anyone else but the #1 reason i like fiction is because everything can always work out no matter how bad it is. “what if the good guys lost” shut up. you are so fucking boring. give me happy endings or give me nothing
“The trouble is that we have a bad habit, encouraged by pedants and sophisticates, of considering happiness as something rather stupid. Only pain is intellectual, only evil interesting. This is the treason of the artist: a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain.”
“But to praise despair is to condemn delight, to embrace violence is to lose hold of everything else. We have almost lost hold; we can no longer describe a happy man, nor make any celebration of joy.”
— Ursula K. Le Guin, “The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas”
fyi there is no such thing as “getting back on track” after the holidays because you were never “off track” you were simply living life because you are a human being and you deserve that
i remember when i thought i was straight and this guy i was dating was trying to pressure me into sex while i had cramps by saying “orgasms relieve cramps babe” and without thinking i replied “but you don’t make me cum” and i have never seen anyone go through the seven stages of grief so quickly
d e s t r o y e d
i came home to find my girlfriends cat sleeping at the end of the our bed, which he normally doesn’t do if we aren’t there, so i wrapped him up in the blankets and now he’s happily sleeping under the blankets like the giant baby he is
me, looking at the giant cat baby as he purrs happily all wrapped up in a soft and fuzzy blanket without any knowledge of what capitalism is:
