There's a story coming, or maybe a poem. There is a familiar humming in my bones, this is what coming home feels like.
I feel like I attach too much importance to arbitrary things like the universe or destiny, or my horoscope but I swear to you today when I overheard a girl complaining about how eagles keep getting tangled in the electricity wires stretched outside her house, I couldn't help but think that this, this is a metaphor.
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I picked up this ray of sunshine on Saturday, she's only 2 months old and easily the most precious thing in the whole entire world. We named her Luna but usually call her Muffin/Kitty/Pookie/Stormy/Sunshine/Pumpkin depending on our mood.
Luna loves: sitting by the window in my living room, waking me up for 6am cuddles, chasing her own tail, hiding behind furniture only to jump out and grab our feet, nibbling pens, nibbling carpets, nibbling fingers and nibbling in general. Luna hates: being woken up from naps (which is my mood 24/7 tbh) My camera roll has very quickly become 90% cat pictures and I'm on the way to becoming an obsessive cat mama and I regret nothing. She is so so easy to love and she makes me so happy, my heart hasn't felt this full in a long time. P.S: I'm still a very committed dog person but Luna is an exception |
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December 2017
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