i was on the train and 3 drunk girls saw me and said i had nice brown eyes so they sang “brown eyed girl” to me
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I threw up at a frat party and I was crying in the bathroom and a drunk girl went upstairs to get me a shirt and came back with a sweater and a kitten.
At the last party I went to three drunk girls fishtail braided my hair by committee
a drunk girl drew an eye on the back of my hand and then patted it with satisfaction and whispered “count olaf”
once at a barbecue a drunk girl gave the surgical scar on my shoulder a butterfly kiss and said “you’re cured”
A drunk girl at a bar I was at became worried that I wasn’t getting enough nutrition and proceeded to hold peanuts to my lips and just keep saying “peanut peanut” until I would eat it. And after I allowed her to feed me a peanut she pet my hair and said “Thank you”.
Drunk girls, saving your life one wtf at a time.
Girls are a fucking gift don’t let anyone tell you otherwise
my mum just bought our cat a christmas stocking even tho we are muslims and dont even celebrate christmas?? she was like ‘we dont know what religion he is we cant force him to be muslim’ hes a cat ?
Me: Wanna see pics of my cat?
Person: No
Me: Great! This is him playing. This is him sleeping. This is him being the CUTEST CAT EVER.
I may be an adult but I’m really more of an adult cat. Someone probably should take care of me but I can sorta make it on my own.
august rolls over and yawns. wakes slow and heavy, stretching like a cat. outside, the sound of birds, the smell of grass. august turns over in an empty bed. his eyes feel swollen and tired. on the nightstand, a note from july - no one carries light like you do.
when a cat lies down and tucks their little paws under their chest reblog if u agree
Posting on Tumblr is like talking to your cat. You don’t know if they are listening, and you don’t know if they care, but for some reason, it still helps.
things to look forward to
hugs from a loved one, open windows and high ceilings, birds chirping, a book devoured in one night, stargazing, reflecting to see how far you’ve come, scented candles and a stack of notebooks, old architecture, a fresh start, typing late at night to finish your piece, newly developed pictures, blushes and shy smiles, exploring a library or bookshop, getting so excited about a project your hands start to shake slightly, the city in the early mornings
gentle reminder
you can still celebrate your recovery even if you weren’t at rock bottom - you don’t have to be at your worst to get better