May 5
Was at my dad's work colleague's house the other day and their garage is their back garden for some reason?? Also it looks like a pinterest aesthetic.
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Was at my dad's work colleague's house the other day and their garage is their back garden for some reason?? Also it looks like a pinterest aesthetic.
The hands that cradled me gently and fed my starved soul have forsaken my mortal frame. I did not bite the hand, I did not push it away. Still it casts me aside, discards my prayers and pleads in favour of those without faith. I am Sisyphus. The burdens of my devotion weigh my bones to the earth. Tethered to its crust and force fed images of stars I will never reach. I will be crushed by my own passion and still whisper the words of my love to the air you refuse to breathe. My lungs will ache from the screams I tear out of myself for you. You will cast a blind eye, a deaf ear, a numb push off the cliff. My wax wings cannot carry me very far, your touch already sets me aflame. They melt. I fall for you. Your hands that used to cradle me, that push me to the side, will not cushion the fall or reach for the hand I will forever keep outstretched for you. My love for you is ruinous, but it is love nonetheless.
This is about cheese.
My cats love string cheese. They will mug you for a piece of string cheese if you aren't careful. The orange cat can be sleeping in the basement while the loudest metal I have on my playlist is blaring and he will still be at my feet within seconds of me opening a piece of cheese. I swear he's attuned to cheese wrapper sounds.
Then once he comes running, that sends the signal to the other cat and the dogs that "Ah. It is cheese time. Let us partake of the stringy goodness."
So I have to zig zag through the kitchen to avoid hopeful kitty claws while I try to peel off a few pieces of cheese quick enough to suit everyone. Everyone gets a small string of the string cheese but no matter what I do, I never seem to be able to get it to them fast enough.
there are two wolves inside you one of them wants cheese the other is a vegan. that wants cheese.
hungry
My squad's motto:
"she's beauty and she's grace, she wants fried cheese stuffed in her face"