LadySweet

Ridiculously small kitten: “Myam myam myam. Njam njam njam njam njam njam njam! Myam myam myam nyam nyam myam. Mmmam. Mrrrrram. Meep!”

GATHER ‘ROUND CHILDREN AND LET ME TELL YOU A THING OR TWO ABOUT THIS GLORIOUS BOOK.

I HAVE OWNED THIS BOOK FOR A WHILE BUT NOW I’M SHARING IT WITH TUMBLR BECAUSE WE’RE ALL DRAGON-LOVING-FUCKS. 

IN THIS BOOK

IN THIS MOTHERFUCKIN MASTER PIECE OF A BOOK

THE GIRL SEEKS OUT THE DRAGON BECAUSE SHE WANTS TO ESCAPE HER BORING LIFE AS A PRINCESS.

I DON’T THINK YOU GUYS HEARD ME. 

THE GIRL WANTS TO BE WITH THE DRAGON.

AND THIS AINT EVEN IN A ROMANTIC WAY. SHE JUST RESPECTS THE DRAGON SO FUCKING MUCH. 

THERE IS EVEN A PART WHERE SHE REPEATEDLY TELLS A PRINCE TO STOP TRYING TO SAVE HER BECAUSE SHE WANTS TO BE THERE AND THE PRINCE JUST ISN’T GETTING IT BECAUSE HE’S NEVER HEARD OF A PRINCESS WANTING TO BE AMONG DRAGONS BEFORE. 

LIKE I CAN’T EVEN RIGHT NOW JUST READ THE DAMN THING. 

THIS IS THE MOST READ BOOK I OWN AND I READ A LOT OF BOOKS AND HAVE MANY FAVORITES SO Y'ALL KNOW THIS BOOK MUST BE GOOD. 

She reads latin - great for organising old texts!

She fences - well, sometimes the princes won’t go away anyway

She cooks - even dragons hold banquets, ya know.

Hamlet is genre savvy. Hamlet knows how Tragedies work, and he’s not going to rush in and get stabby without making absolutely certain he’s got all the facts.

Except once he thinks he has all the facts – once he’s certain that it really is the ghost of his father and Claudius really did kill him, he rushes in and stabs the wrong guy, which starts a domino line of deaths and gets Laertes embroiled in his own revenge tragedy and ultimately results in the deaths of nearly every character other than Horatio.

why are we never talking about the grinch?

-INGREDIENTS

-½ cup shea butter or *mango butter

-½ cup cocoa butter

-½ cup coconut oil

-½ cup light oil (almond,jojoba,argan,olive oil etc.)

- optional but fragrance or essential oil

*you can use just mango butter in place of both the cocoa & shea butter if you’re allergic or something

INSTRUCTIONS

-combine all ingredients (except the fragrance oil) in a heat-proof bowl

-place the bowl in a double boiler (pot filled with water) and bring the water to medium heat. stir until melted.

-remove the bowl from the heat, and put it into the fridge (or freezer if you’re impatient)

-take it out when the oil is somewhat hardened,but still kinda soft (if you’re using fragrance,add it now)

-use a hand mixer and beat until fluffy, then put it into the fridge for about 10 minutes

hey girl! thank you, i’m glad you like it! 😘 tbh we’re kind of in the same boat, moving out is right around the corner for me, and some things i’ve been taught is that:

*nobody really has their shit together at 18. like at 18 ur not gonna have a revelation on how everything works. like… ur 18. the world is ur fuckin oyster. nothing is wrong with not moving out EXACTLY at 18. there’s no shame in staying home and saving up.

*find a job girl! you need a job before anything. make a resume, (here’s some tips on how to make one!) and have somebody look over it like a parent or somebody else with a job at least. applying for a job in person tends to be better than applying online, in my experience. 

*also, when it comes to jobs, make an entirely separate email address and use that email specifically for work purposes. don’t apply to a job with an email like “[email protected]” or some shit like that. keep it simple. just make one like [email protected]. 

*here’s a guide for what to wear to different types of job interviews.

*if you don’t know how to cook, learn now! you won’t be able to eat out every single day.

*moving out means spending more money obviously, and if you don’t know how to budget, you should learn now! one rule to follow is the “50 30 20″ rule. use 50% of ur paycheck for necessities, (rent,utilities,gas,food,etc.)  30% for “lifestyle spending” (entertainment,eating out,clothing,etc.) and put the last 20% into savings.

*speaking of savings, open a savings if you don’t have one, and put money into it regularly, and don’t take money out of it unless absolutely necessary.

*credit cards are tricky and can be confusing. make sure you get familiar with the idea of credit (look here!) before getting a credit card, and when you do get one, always make your payments on time.

there’s a blog i follow called “how to grow the fuck up and act like an adult” that has so many tips and in depth guides on moving out and just growing up in general, i would check them out, they could probably give you more advice than i could! i hope i helped somewhat 😚

- their mental health !!!!!!! - their appearance (anything they can’t change) - what they wear - their choice of friends - how they talk - their life choices - their past !!!!!!!!!

use tools

Can be taught to speak (like parrots)

Have huge brains for birds

like seriously their brain-to-body size ratio is equal to that of a chimpanzee

They vocalize anger, sadness, or happiness in response to things

they are scary smart at solving puzzles

some crows stay with their mates until one of them dies

they can remember faces

SIDENOTE HERE BECAUSE HOLY SHIT.  They did an experiment where these guys wore masks and some of them fucked with crows.  Pretty soon the crows recognized the masks = douchebag.  But the nice guys with masks they left alone.  THEN, OH WE’RE NOT DONE, NO SIR crows that WEREN’T EVEN IN THE EXPERIMENT AND NEVER SAW THE MASK BEFORE knew about mask-dudes and attacked them on sight.  THEY PASSED ON THE FUCKING INFORMATION TO THEIR CROW BUDDIES.

They remember places where crows were killed by farmers and change their migration patterns.

Every day, I would watch Buck from my window until one day I opened it and started talking to him. He was small and gangly and he couldn’t caw right. His feathers were all over the place and I felt a kinship. So I made a deal with him. I told him that if he could do it, if he could fly, then I could find the strength to get up. Well… near the end of the season, after talking with him every day, I finally saw him get out of the nest. He went to the edge of his branch, braced himself, and jumped… and just before he hit the ground, he soared back up into the sky. I cheered harder than I ever had before.

That winter, Buck left the area. I was crestfallen. I felt like I’d lost a friend. But I was so damn proud of him. 

Cut to the next spring? I’m walking up the driveway one day when suddenly I hear a sound… a broken caw. I look up, and Buck is sitting in a tree above my head. He stared at me and puffed his feathers, then hopped down in front of me and cawed again. I was so damn thrilled, and I told him how proud I was of him. He ruffled his feathers and then soared off into his old tree. 

That summer? I heard two broken caws. One from Buck… and one from his chick.

i tried to get close and take a better look and one of them dived super low and tried to attack me. so i went back in the house and chopped some sliced raw meat and tossed it at him from a distance.

a few more times later, very soon after, they could tell i was trying to help, and did not attack me. i was “allowed” to walk up close and pick him up, he couldn’t drink water properly so i had to dip my finger in a bowl and stick it in his mouth.

i did this few times a day and it went on for about a week before he disappeared, i thought he recovered and left, but he came back the next day and lands on me, and i see him around the block quite often, and he would come sit on my shoulder for a few minutes and then fly away again. i feel like i’ve adopted a son.