Riddled With Rivers

when god closes a door you reach your little paws under it and go mrrwwaaaooow mmreeaaow

i think love is about finding people to be in the kitchen with

In light of recent events, I would like to remind everyone that the correct pro choice talking point that will actually pull people to our side is NOT whether a fetus is human or not because you'll never win. The correct argument is how the state should never have the power to force you to give up physical autonomy for the sake of any other being.

I know tumblr has accepted the whole “cat’s internal monologue is a desolate Victorian child” thing but what if a cat’s internal monologue was Gollum/Sméagol

-scratching the floor near their bowl- “Nasty, filthy dry foods they serves us. We wants soft, juicy morsels from the canses.”

-sitting in the window- “What’s it doing, precious? What noises it makes with pointy mouth. We wants it…”

“Wicked, tricksy humanses doesn’t feeds us in hours. Must reminds them or we’ll starve. Wait for dinners? Oh no. That would kill us! Kill us!”

-bringing dead animals to owner- “Look! Look! See what good kitty finds! Eat them! Eat them!”

There are many flavors of cats. Victorian child cats and Gollum cats are both equally valid.

reading a poem a recipe author wrote about her mother who passed and tearing up………. thank you bread recipe for the small dose of heart and tenderness 🥺💖

he lets me hit bc i say shit like ‘alas’

God talks to me through Pinterest.