my cat
it’s kind of nice whenever owen tries to rouse me out of bed by jumping on my face or making noise around my room.. In the sense i only laid down at around 5 to rest but it’s almost 8 and i’m still here. No one ever tries to get me even though i spend whole days doing this kind of thing and owen like? gen cares. It’s kind of odd and i get annoyed that he is so restless and like fucking manic but cats are cats…. and the fact he is trying to get me out of here is like. he cares about me! or whenever i come home from school and i see him hiding somewhere in the hallway to see who came in, or how he does not like being held so much as i’d like to hold him but still puts up with it for a few minutes before escaping, Like these little things that i do not really deserve. But especially being from an animal and not a human and they are making me feel this way i’m wondering if i do deserve it and i’ve only been deprived of it for my whole life.Anyways i love my cat, i love him so much! !! He’s such a lunatic and very violent but it is nice that he loves me. To be treated like that..
also happy february:) Feel like sharing a poem here it is (one that i discovered recently yet is probably one of my alltime favorites now..Realized the line spacing is a little bit fucked on mobile. whatever)
Leaving and Leaving You
by sophie hannah
When I leave your postcode and your commuting station,
When I leave undone the things that we planned to do
You may feel you have been left by association
But there is leaving and there is leaving you.
When I leave your town and the club that you belong to,
When I leave without much warning or much regret
Remember, there's doing wrong and there's doing wrong to
You, which I'll never do and I haven't yet,
And when I have gone, remember that in weighing
Everything up, from love to a cheaper rent,
You were all the reasons I thought of staying
And you were none of the reasons why I went
And although I leave your sight and I leave your setting
And our separation is soon to be a fact,
Though you stand beside what I'm leaving and forgetting,
I'm not leaving you, not if motive makes the act.