“This is my gay cat: I really wanted a female cat, so I named him Sophia.”
I can’t really describe the way he makes me happy, but this feeling is so fucking spectacular.
sometimes I kiss people I shouldn’t kiss and let them unbutton my jeans sometimes I leave English class without asking and walk in angular circles until I can hear the blood rushing under my skin sometimes I run until I can’t breathe sometimes I sit in the rain sometimes I sleep for six hours in the middle of the day
sometimes I drive too fast and listen to my music so loud that it hurts sometimes I drink until everything goes black and I don’t remember talking about you all night (even though I do)
sometimes I cry about books and about people who died hundreds of years ago sometimes I don’t cry even though I want to more than anything sometimes I ignore the people I love sometimes I hold myself to keep everything in because you are not here to do it
sometimes I think I’m alive sometimes I think I probably never will be
“The owners were getting divorced, and they were going to put him down. I said, ‘No, you won’t!’ He’s the best dog I’ve ever seen. People are afraid of him, but he’s such a sweet thing. I have seizures, and when I’m having a seizure, if my roommate is home, Rocky will go grab him by the pants leg and bring him in to me. He’s lost about 15 pounds since I got him on a diet, but he still looks like a bowling ball with turkey legs.”
Paw Paw, IL