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in our second year of dating, my boyfriend found a tiny kitten that had somehow snuck into his basement. the little creature was terrified, and thus was lured into a looney tunes-esque trap: a standard file box topped with a skyline chili can, propped with a ballpoint pen tied to a string.
it’s been two and a half years and it’s safe to say that he is now our friend 🥲
it’s been two and a half years and it’s safe to say that he is now our friend 🥲
Apr 17, 2025
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at the beginning of the year i wrote down everything i could possibly want in a cat and made weekly trips to the animal shelter looking for a Soul Connection (annoying but true). after 2 months, there she was! scarily accurate to what i envisioned— i literally gasped when i saw her. i brought her home on my mom’s birthday, the whole thing so kismet. she’s a terror but deeply awesome and i am so floored that her little soul wandered into my life!!
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My girlfriend and I just got Timmy from a coworker. He was a lil homeless guy that showed up at the front door looking for a family. I was worried about him needing to be socialized to people and other cats. I was worried too that he might get lost if he went outside. I Couldn't have been more wrong. In the few days we've had this amazing guy he's already slept by our side and met all the cats in our neighborhood and he even knew how to use the litter box from day one! We couldn't be happier with our choice to bring Timmy into our home. He's nothing but love and cuddles and endless cuteness. Here's to a long and happy life with my beautiful incredible partner and the cat that she knew we needed.
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today I was finishing up my lunch and a massive protest walked by the building i was in. I still had a bunch time left on my break, so I joined them for about 4 or 5 blocks before I headed back to work - no sign, no garb, just showing up with my body. it was really beautiful and i wish I could have stayed longer.
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🌑There’s something extremely dreamlike about those places that only observe our transience. They’re not the destination or the main event but are just a landmark beckoning, whispering “you’re getting closer” or “goodbye“ or maybe even saying nothing at all.
They are witnesses to nothing. Just the before and the after.
These are places you've thought about just barely enough to be ingrained in your subconscious, and removed from their context, taken out of their journey.
Many places are often nearly universally liminal. Highway ramps and nondescript hallways. I’m thinking of the ramp to go southbound on I-75 in Detroit, where I often drove sleepily, steeped in anticipatory joy, soon to be reunited with my (now ex) lover.
Others are subjectively liminal, like the apartment complex outside the Korean spa I frequent in the colder months. The buildings in the night I consider are main stages for their inhabitants, cradling new marriages, single mothers, divorced uncles, and fresh graduates.
Altogether I think appreciating of liminal spaces helps us recognize the habitual joys (and slogs) of life.
They are witnesses to nothing. Just the before and the after.
These are places you've thought about just barely enough to be ingrained in your subconscious, and removed from their context, taken out of their journey.
Many places are often nearly universally liminal. Highway ramps and nondescript hallways. I’m thinking of the ramp to go southbound on I-75 in Detroit, where I often drove sleepily, steeped in anticipatory joy, soon to be reunited with my (now ex) lover.
Others are subjectively liminal, like the apartment complex outside the Korean spa I frequent in the colder months. The buildings in the night I consider are main stages for their inhabitants, cradling new marriages, single mothers, divorced uncles, and fresh graduates.
Altogether I think appreciating of liminal spaces helps us recognize the habitual joys (and slogs) of life.