saltwater pisces

love the way we finish each others' sentences. it's like we're soulmates or the beastie boys

This is Money Marge. Reblog for a miracle of finances to come to you

One time a friend told me that if she wanted to have a chill night she would come to me and ask for tea and a book to read. I didn’t like tea at the time, but I always made sure my cupboards had them in case she needed a quiet night. One time I told my boss that I loved oranges, but couldn’t peel them because of my nails. For a year he made sure to peel me one at least once a week. Once my friends gave me a made up superlative of “most likely to have a pen they could borrow” and ever since I’ve made sure I always carry a pen with me. A long time ago, my high school librarian told me that no one would care what my grade in my sophomore chemistry class was if I’m bringing them doughnuts and asking them about their day.

Sometimes friendship is about carrying pens and peeling oranges. But the point is, surrounding yourself with people who you want to do the little things for. The point of it all is bringing in the doughnuts because you’ve found the people who deserve the doughnuts.

And I’m so fucking lucky, and I don’t always say it or even think it. Because I have friends who send me letters and who told me when the cafeteria at work had chopped tomatoes and who want to watch Scream with me and it just hits me sometimes that this world can do the ugliest things to people, but as long as I still have a friend who will point out dogs on the sidewalks to me then I have something amazing to live for. And as long as I have pals who I want to make peppermint bark for, then I have a reason to keep pushing this world to be better.

where would we be without them

if you think about it there’s no real reason for smith to be a more common surname than another standard job like cook. except that smiths fucked more. all those smiths in their forges with their big muscular arms all covered in sweat. i bet the medieval women were gagging for it.

this is what ancient greek philosophy is like

This is making me crease and I can’t stop watching it ahahah

they are ready to be picked

ripe

My moms house has high ceilings and those sort of shelf-spaces all around the perimeter of the room, where most people would put vases or decorative plants.

Instead, they put Dimitri's cat bed up there, because he, like most cats, likes to be high up, and also his sister Persephone can't jump up there, so it's a good place for him to relax unperturbed when he needs some alone time. (Dimitri was an only child for the first five years of his life, and is very introverted/private, whereas Pcef needs constant attention, so sometimes he needs time away from her to decompress)

We call this are The Penthouse. Dimitri will frequently look down upon us mere mortals from his heavenly perch.

(it is not uncommon for me to ask, "Where's Mitri?" and be told "He's in the Penthouse.")

A King amongst mortals.

looking in the mirror like bit sad innit

A wee grumphie🐷