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“there’s an ai tool for that” okay ?? there’s probably an ed sheeran song for it too who gives a fuck

i am banned from eating my herring inside. they make me eat it on the smoking area by the loading dock, under the theory that it already smells bad there. but it was raining today which was preventing my breakfast, so i was feeling sad and hungry and then i realized that there was a large cardboard box in the dumpster from a previous delivery. like a fridge sized box. so i fished it out of the dumpster, then tipped it on its side and had a nice little cardboard cave to watch the rain and eat my fish in. which was a great experience. very soothing. very zen. at least until the security guard from the day before stepped outside to smoke. then i tried hiding from him by crawling deeper in the box, which unfortunately did not work. instead he saw a sort of damp sniveling pale hairless creature eating fish in a box, and delivered the verbal killshot of "good morning, mr. smeagol." which is how my day was ruined before 8 am.

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did you know that you can decrease the quality of your quesadilla by making a tumblr post while it's cooking and burning it

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[ID: a screenshot of a tweet by KateClanchy1 with an image of a poem attached

What animal is your heart? Is one of my favorite poetry questions. But I've never had an answer like this. Kyla is 17.

title: My heart is a cockroach, caught in the mouth of an alley cat

This cat has not always been feral. It has known

the warm spot on the rug in front

of the fireplace. But on a summer's day someone

left the door open. The cat, not knowing

any dark thing, leapt away from love. (My heart

leaves open cans of sardines for the alley cat.

Even runaways full of regret deserve to be fed, )

The cat makes a bed of missing pet posters

the wind tore down.

And the cat is hissing at shadows in its sleep.

And the cat is shivering in its matted fur.

And the cat is meowing at the restaraunt backdoor.

A waiter, who is also my heart, leaves the backdoor open.

So the cat can be warm for the rest of his shift.

But the cat is feral. The owner of the restaraunt

shoves him back into the snow with a broom.

The cat sleeps until the snow reminds it of the rug.

Small things seem sadder when they are alone.

So the cockroach does not mind being in the jaw

of something just as lonely. A little girl

follows the paw prints that made a snow angel

around the cat. Despite the cockroach

in its mouth and its matted fur she picks it up.

And the cat, who knows of dark things now,

spends summer in the lap of the little girl

who is also my heart.

Kyla Pereles (17)

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[ID: reaction image showing a drawing of a cat crying and leaning against a wall captioned "wait. hold on a minute. i think i need a moment wait. wait, wait, hold on. i need a moment. i need. to sit down i think wait. wait. old honh on, wait, please i am breaking down. hold on, wai" end ID]