oh, common life

when my cat got deadly sick she refused to eat a single thing and it had been days but when i started crying she ate just a little bit, and upon seeing how happy it made me, kept doing it whenever she could.

now whenever im sad or crying she finds wherever i am with a mouthful of food and eats the pieces one by one, every time looking up at me making sure i was watching her eat it all because she knew it made me happy. and it DOES make me happy

The FBI Agent that’s assigned to her:

“I am you, but stronger”

Ps. The backstage crew named her Jesette (the play’s main themes are religion and feminism so we figured a “female version of Jesus” would be suitable)

it’s 2018 and I’ve realized that nobody is safe as long as she’s alive and every friend that I know has a story like mine  and the world tells me we should take it as a compliment 

Wanna marry me instead?