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Starting a new blog. Follow me @midwestrunning
This blog shall self destruct in the next 72 hours
Starting a new blog. Follow me @midwestrunning
This blog shall self destruct in the next 72 hours
Starting a new blog. Follow me @midwestrunning
This blog shall self destruct in the next 72 hours
Starting a new blog. Follow me @midwestrunning
This blog shall self destruct in the next 72 hours
if you’re having a bad day, here’s a cute little marching band
It just keeps going and getting better. *^^*
Me two minutes ago: “cry with joy? an animation of cats playing instruments made someone cry with joy?”
Me now: (sobs into a tissue) “OH MY GOD THAT ONE IS PLAYING TWO RECORDERS AT THE SAME TIME” (blows nose)
CAT PARADE IS BACK
@mcr-reference
WELCOME TO THE CAT PARADE
WHEN I WAS
A YOUNG CAT
MY FATHER
TOOK ME INTO THE CITY
TO SEE THE MARCHING CATS
AND OH HOW LOVELY
Sneak 100
I mean, the little bugger's basically invisible until like ten feet away...
Watching owls fly out in the wild is actually a crazy experience, because you don't realize until then just how LOUD the wings of other birds are until you can't hear the pillowy silence of an owl's wings.
kitten
man. what on earth.
ok i flipped it. sorry
screenshots of despair
“That’s true! I did! I crinkled this!“ A painting of my favorite post from @straycatj I hope my rendition of this dastardly crime did it justice
Why do you reveal my naughty past… although it’s a good art…but…but…but…
This is so fucking real, yall.
The entirety of (Western, at least) modern culture is built on the idea of having live-in full-time labor to keep up our houses and community expectations as to clothing, meals, and group activities. In the absence of slave labor (WHICH WE SHOULD NOT HAVE), child labor (WHICH WE SHOULD NOT HAVE), and obligatory spouse-forced labor (WHICH WE SHOULD NOT HAVE), either the culture of the household needs to change to accommodate the capitalist/industrial norms of 5+ days away from the home during daylight hours or, like, we need to stop having 5+ days away from the home during daylight hours.
Because-- it's a hell of a thing when I look back on lockdown and miss how much love and attention I was able to give to my shitty apartment, okay?
And today, at home because of snow but still somehow "at work" because we learned nothing, apparently-- I am realizing how much I exist as a ghost that haunts my own home. In the brief moments I appear, I move through rooms that once were loved and cared for, unchanged and dusty; I wander through a space that knows it once was someone's everything, and now lies dormant, waiting for brief flashes of life; I see my own dishes left out, like evidence of a long-gone person that lived and loved and left, here and not-here, and I am wholly disconnected from the moment I created them-- I just know that they are mine, and they are frozen in the moment that I left them, and that I feel a sad, unknown emptiness when I see them and must, again, just pass them by.
(I have always struggled to write ghost stories. I love haunted houses, but I don't know how to find my way into telling stories about them.)
(This may be, I am starting to realize, for the same reason fish do not necessarily recognize that they live in water.)
*looking for a midnight snack* *gets flashbanged*
This is literally the plot of a Garfield comic strip