I am mine before I am ever anyone else's.

lifeinpoetry:

Dear god, when
will you find a time for me? I take the pill.
Feed the cats, and bed down the dogs.

I hold my breath. My body hollows,
grows teeth: gathers bone, gathers root and nerve.

— Donika Kelly, from “Dear—,” The Renunciations

lifeinpoetry:

I wanted to be loved more
than I wanted to be
alive. For so long

I thought not to be
loved is good but to be loved
is to be good.

All those years, convinced — surely
I must be bad, the way
you keep punishing me.

— Leila Chatti, from “Faulty,” published in Prairie Schooner

atlinmerrick:

ace-lesbian-disaster:

dancinggrimm:

astolat:

son-of-a-tenth-place:

involuntaryorange:

readsquirrel:

blockbhyo:

nudesornaw:

if you’re having a bad day, here’s a cute little marching band

this actually made me cry with joy also one of them is eating noodles

It just keeps going and getting better. *^^*

Me two minutes ago: “cry with joy? an animation of cats playing instruments made someone cry with joy?”

Me now: (sobs into a tissue) “OH MY GOD THAT ONE IS PLAYING TWO RECORDERS AT THE SAME TIME” (blows nose)

CAT PARADE IS BACK

I just saw the duck for the first time :’) 

Oh god, watch it, please! This thins is like audio-visual antidepressants. it’s so innocent and joyful and uncomplicated, and just the right level of interesting to hold your attention and let you slip into a happy little place inside your brain. This video has stopped me from having panic attacks, I swear.

Did I just stop scrolling for several minutes to allow the cats to cross my dash? Yes.

Do I regret it? Absolutely not.

I never don’t watch this.

I want to see the juggling cat! And the noodles! And the harp! I loves this forever.