"All hope abandon, ye who enter here."

["All hope abandon, ye who enter here."]

[killyfromblame]

Communicating with my cat is so crazy, it’s like, you watch my back for predators when I sleep. You meow only because you know that I vocalize often, but the words I use are nothing to you unless they’re associated with things relevant to your little baby life (food, for example). You slow blink at me because you feel safe with me. You point your ass at my face, indicating that you trust me to watch your back for predators, because you feel safe with me. You sit in my lap and sleep pressed against my side because you need to warm yourself up, and you trust me to warm you. I know this because I have access to information. If I didn’t, these things would be weird to me. I call you Lulu, but you don’t need a name for me; you have your senses to identify me. You smell me to identify me. You nuzzle me with your head to mark me as family with your scent. We ARE family. You are both the baby I feed and the elderly little lady who watches over me. It’s a very special and pure interspecies bond. I have a concept of “love” that is metaphysical, conceptual; you have an instinctual bond to those that you “trust” to help you survive (and that you, in turn, help to survive). You DO aid my survival on an emotional level that you can’t possibly understand, because you try to aid me on the physical level that comes naturally to you. Who said survival of the fittest has no room for love? We share the pure love of deep friendship because you and I must survive. My creature, Lulu, my best friend. My stinky.

[killyfromblame]

The comments and tags on this post have been very sweet, I really love hearing about everyone’s cats. Feeling a little self-conscious because this drunken emotional outburst (seriously, I had a few drinks, looked at Lulu, and started crying and writing this) has been tagged as poetry a few times. Now I wish I could go back in time and edit it for flow and word choice, but it’s too late now…

["All hope abandon, ye who enter here."]

[bahfev]

I’d like to share a personal story that I just remembered.

Ever since fifth grade, I’ve been hoarding pencils. Now that’s a less interesting story for another day, but just know that I collect a ton off of floors.

Now, In sixth grade, I had this lunchbox that had a mesh compartment on the inside for storing a water bottle. I used it to store all my pencils instead. I carried it with me to every class.

I also was always “the art kid” ever since first grade at the latest. I was always drawing.

So, in chorus, we had these folders where we kept sheet music. I kept getting in trouble for drawing on mine. One day, the chorus teacher got tired of telling me to stop, and took away my pencil.

I quietly pulled out another pencil and got back to business.

A few minutes later, my teacher noticed I was still drawing. She took away that pencil too.

I pulled out another pencil.

Now, by the time the teacher noticed that one, my classmates were all going:

“How many pencils do you have?”

To which I responded by unzipping my lunchbox to reveal hundreds of pencils.

[araneusadmirer]

I had so many pencils because I hated sharpening them or being left with only the bad pencils.

Others would think this was an invitation to supply them with pencils. It was not.

If I ever lent someone a pencil, I made sure to get it back.

[bahfev]

Oh SAME. Except my thing started with a pencil collecting competition with my friend.

I collect them mostly out of habit now, but it is super convenient, and i still hoard my treasure like a dragon.

[antaresnox]

When I was a little kid I collected these tiny for-free ikea pencils. My father made a competition out of collecting them one time during a shopping trip (because bored kid me kept vanishing and he needed something to keep me occupied, so sneaky spy-like pencil collection it was) but did not expect me to be as ambitious as I was, so I walked out of that ikea with about 200+ of these tiny pencils shoved into pretty much every pocket space I could find (seriously, bulging pockets, pencils in my jacket hood, between shoelaces etc pp x’D). Every following visit (even after I became a more or less adult and should’ve known better) I kept collecting them - in smaller quantities though 😂

["All hope abandon, ye who enter here."]

[maestrosigma]

excellent names on the enemy team tonight

[bairenalenko]

["All hope abandon, ye who enter here."]

[hussyknee]

my disabled ass, after (1)good day: "obviously I am cured. in fact it may have all been in my head. who can say? now to rejoin society!"

me, the next day: "it has come to my attention that i may be chronically ill."

["All hope abandon, ye who enter here."]

[jaubaius]

Diver convince octopus to trade his plastic cup for a seashell

[waffilicious]

imagine if a fuckin……. giant alien just showed up and stuck a huge hand in front of your face and then proceeded to offer you three different houses and wouldn’t stop until you moved out of your old shitty apartment and then helped you fuckin move

and then just left

["All hope abandon, ye who enter here."]

[animentality]

[just-an-adam]

A man walked straight into a bar

And then came out

["All hope abandon, ye who enter here."]

[pathetic-atthedisco]

Reblog if you understand and have felt the pain of your glasses never being clean no matter how many times you wipe them

["All hope abandon, ye who enter here."]

[casenpai]

• You’re never too old to collect figures.
  
• You’re never too old to be in a fandom.
  
• You’re never too old to play video games.
  
• You’re never too old to listen to music.
  
• You’re never too old to enjoy things.
  

["All hope abandon, ye who enter here."]

[politicalprof]

Well, you know, some bathroom graffiti offers insight.

[madfishmonger]

Red marker handwriting on a bathroom wall. Text reads:

“Boss made a dollar
Granddad made a dime
But that was a poem
From a simpler time.

Boss made a thousand
Gave pa a cent
But that penny paid the mortgage
Or at least it paid the rent

Now Boss makes a million
And gives us jack
Smugly blames the workers
For the labor that he lacks.”

[a-krogan-skald-and-bearsark]

And the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls and tenement halls.

["All hope abandon, ye who enter here."]

[fandom-junk-drawer]