Anyway, here are the cats I’ve been hanging out with lately.
just found all the grey’s anatomy fanfiction i wrote when i was 14, see you guys in a million years when the volcano i’ve buried myself in finally erupts
My roommate offered to buy a king cake if I’d have some, and I said no because of “”“health reasons”“” and now I’m just sitting in class seething about the fact that I had yogurt for breakfast when I COULDA HAD KING CAKE, THE SECOND-BEST CAKE AFTER ICE CREAM CAKE. The worst part is knowing I did this to myself. I deserve this pain. I deserve this stupid Greek yogurt. No king cake for dummies.
Robbie just sent me this screenshot without any added commentary, so in retaliation I’m telling you all that yesterday he texted me, “We need to GO OVER some stuff re: Liza tonight”. We are both living our gayest lives. Namaste.
the worst part about having to say “I’m late to your dinner party because I was reading virginia woolf in the bathtub” is that it’s a lie, I’m late because I fell asleep listening to the glee cover of “landslide” in the bathtub, a room of one’s own untouched beside me
The employees at the American Girl Place are neither all-female nor all-young. This is not the first time I’ve tried to go to a museum and ended up here instead. The woman at the Doll Hearing Aid Services desk smiles and asks me if I’m finding everything alright, she is doing me a kindness, we both know I am not shopping, we both know that she has the most magical job in the world. Behind me a little girl is inquiring very sternly as to whether the Doll Hospital will take good care of her friend. I’m trying to get better about crying in public but some things are just too much.
"The hedgehog tale? Well," Zora began. "The hedgehog goes for a walk, because he is feeling sad—it’s based on a story I used to tell my son. The hedgehog goes for a walk and comes upon this strange yellow house that has a sign on it that says, WELCOME, HEDGEHOG: THIS COULD BE YOUR NEW HOME, and because he’s been feeling sad, the thought of a new home appeals. So he goes in and inside is a family of alligators—Well, I’ll spare you the rest, but you can get the general flavor of it from that."
"I don’t know about that family of alligators."
She was quiet for a minute, chewing her beautiful ruby steak. “Every family is a family of alligators,” she said.
—Lorrie Moore, Debarking