There is a bit of YaY in every day!

the older i get and the closer i am to reaching 30, the more the people around me try to deny me my age. it’s a constant ‘oh you’re just turning 29 again teehee 🤭’ or ‘dont tell your SO that, he’ll leave you for a younger model 😉’ and i just???? hate it?????????

i spent my entire teenaged years fighting for my life. i crawled through the deepest pits of my depression to cling to the promise of a life beyond that pain. i was so convinced that i was going to die young, that i would never see the grace of my age starting with a 2, let alone 3.

so im going to turn 30, and there’s not a damn thing anyone can do to stop me from loving it.

this post was up for like five minutes and already im being told how wrong i am

fuck you, you can kiss my 30 year old ass

You know what? I needed to read this today

Owning a cat is such a funny concept. You can just go "hello, I would like to have my house haunted by a strange little man who will not speak in words, but may sometimes make demands communicated through mysterious riddles composed of knocking things over and petty thefts, and stares at me like an idiot for not understanding why it was necessary to shove all my socks inside the couch", and just make it happen. You get yourself a little house ghoul and for the next 12 years you know exactly what went klonk in the night.

"are you okay" no can we change the topic before i start oversharing

relationships and jobs are temporary. your shitty unpopular tumblr blog is forever

My cats have this meow that means "please come with me to fix this" after which they'll lead me to the problem in question, usually a empty (or 'empty') food bowl or a closed door they want open. They look at the 'problem', they look back at me, clear message.

What fascinates me is how this illustrates what they percieve as being in the realm of my 'power.' I control the food, I control the door, sure, but my cats love to sit on the balcony in the sun, and it has happened plenty of times that on a rainy day they come get me, go to the balcony and show me... the rain. "Please fix this" they say. "Please get rid of the wet"

"Silly kitty," I say, "I can't control the rain." I then walk into the shower and turn on the rain.

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“The fairy eater” by Dmitry Khramtsov.