things might not always be okay but boston’s more than a feeling is playing and somewhere a cat is purring and you live in the same timeline as your best friend who sometimes brags to other people about the cool things their best friend does
“There she blows” suddenly becomes understandable.
I always thought it was “do you hear the people sing / singing the song of angry French” and today, I have learned that I am – comment dis-tu? – un putain d’idiot.
there is an animal out there, waiting to be pet by a very special someone, and no one else.
that someone is you.
I’m convinced that the only reason cats can’t fly is because they don’t want to. They’re close enough anyways with their flexibility and zero fall damage and their strange combo of can climb anything, can stick to anything, can fit into anything. If cats really wanted to fly, they’d find a way, and I am both terrified and curious to see how they’d do it.
as the old saying goes: you yeet what you sow
Was sagt ein deutscher Biologe, dem ein Song im Ohr hängen bleibt?