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Friend's cat cosplaying as a fish finger ๐ง
[Image ID: a photo of an orange and white cat sleeping on a bed. The cat is lying on his side and his body has a pleasing rectangular shape. End ID]
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๐๐ค๐ฅ๐๐: ๐ผ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ ๐๐ค๐ง ๐๐ค๐ฌย ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐๐ฉ ๐ค๐ซ๐๐ง ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช๐ง ๐๐๐ง๐จ๐ฉ ๐๐๐๐ง๐ฉ๐๐ง๐๐๐ .
๐๐ฉ๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ธ ๐ธ๐ข๐ดย ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ฆ. ๐๐ฉ๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ช๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ญ๐ช๐ณ๐ต๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆย ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ต๐ฉ๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฅ. ๐๐ฉ๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฆ๐น๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐บ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ค๐ข๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ด๐ต๐ด ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ด๐ช๐ฎ๐ช๐ญ๐ข๐ณ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ฅ๐ช๐ง๐ง๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต - ๐ต๐ธ๐ฐ ๐ด๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ. ๐๐ฉ๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐บ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ค๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ท๐ช๐ฆ๐ธ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ. ๐๐ฉ๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ช๐ฎ๐ช๐ญ๐ข๐ณ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ด ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ.ย ๐๐ฉ๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ฆ๐น๐ค๐ญ๐ถ๐ด๐ช๐ท๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ. ๐๐ฉ๐ฐ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ช๐ณ๐ด๐ต ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด๐ค๐ช๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด๐ญ๐บ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ช๐ญ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ญ๐บ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ง๐ง ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ด๐ฌ๐ด ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ. ๐๐ฉ๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ด๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ข๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ถ๐ค๐ค๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ค๐ฉ๐ช๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ.ย ๐๐ฉ๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐บ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ข๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ต๐ข๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ง ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ. ๐๐ฉ๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ค๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ช๐ต ๐ฉ๐ถ๐ณ๐ต. ๐๐ฉ๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ข๐ช๐ฅ "๐ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ" ๐ต๐ฐ. ๐๐ฉ๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐จ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐บ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐น๐ค๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ๐ด ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ถ๐ฑ - ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ต๐ฐ๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ถ๐ฑ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ธ๐ฐ - ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฆ๐ช๐ท๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ.
๐๐ฉ๐ฐ ๐จ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ด๐ข๐ช๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ - ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ ๐ค๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฅ - ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ตย ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ญ๐ธ๐ข๐บ๐ด ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ญ๐ญ ๐ข ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฎ๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฎ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ข๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต๐ฉ. ๐๐ฉ๐ฐ ๐ต๐ธ๐ฐ-๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ. ๐๐ฉ๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ต๐ข๐ช๐ญ๐ด ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐บ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ต๐ณ๐ถ๐ด๐ต. ๐๐ฉ๐ฐ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ข๐ง๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฆ๐น๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ โ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐บ ๐'๐ฅ ๐ณ๐ถ๐ฏ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถโย - โ๐ธ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ข๐ด๐ต ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณโ -ย โ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต'๐ด ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅโ.
๐๐ฉ๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ช๐ด๐ฉ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฅ๐ฐ.ย ๐๐ฉ๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ช๐ด๐ฉ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ'๐ฅ ๐ด๐ต๐ฐ๐ฑ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฎ.
๐๐ค๐ฅ๐๐: ๐ผ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ ๐๐ค๐ง ๐๐ค๐ฌย ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐๐ฉ ๐ค๐ซ๐๐ง ๐จ๐ค๐ข๐๐ค๐ฃ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ค ๐๐จ ๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐ฎ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐๐ซ๐๐ง ๐ฌ๐๐ฃ๐ฉ๐๐. ๐๐ค๐ฅ๐๐: ๐ผ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ ๐๐ค๐ง ๐๐ค๐ฌย ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐๐ฉ ๐ค๐ซ๐๐ง ๐จ๐ค๐ข๐๐ค๐ฃ๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐ช๐ฃ๐๐๐ง๐จ๐ฉ๐ค๐ค๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ค ๐จ๐๐๐ข๐๐ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐ช๐ฃ๐๐๐ง๐จ๐ฉ๐ค๐ค๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐๐ฃ ๐๐ก๐ก ๐ค๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ฎ๐จ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐๐ก๐ฌ๐๐ฎ๐จ ๐ฌ๐๐จ๐๐๐ ๐๐ค๐ง ๐๐ช๐ฉ ๐ฃ๐๐ซ๐๐ง ๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ช๐๐๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ชโ๐ ๐๐๐ฉ๐ช๐๐ก๐ก๐ฎ ๐๐๐ฃ๐. ๐๐ค๐ฅ๐๐: ๐ผ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ ๐๐ค๐ง ๐๐ค๐ฌย ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐๐ฉ ๐ค๐ซ๐๐ง ๐๐ฃ ๐๐จ๐จ๐๐ค๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ค ๐๐ค๐๐จ๐ฃโ๐ฉ ๐๐๐จ๐๐ง๐ซ๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช๐ง ๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐๐ฃ๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ฃ. ๐๐ค๐ฅ๐๐: ๐ผ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ ๐๐ค๐ง ๐๐ค๐ฌย ๐ฉ๐ค ๐จ๐ฉ๐ค๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฉ ๐ข๐๐ฎ๐๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช'๐ก๐ก ๐ฃ๐๐ซ๐๐ง ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐จ๐ค๐ข๐๐ค๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ก๐จ๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐๐ค๐ฃ๐ฃ๐๐๐ฉ ๐จ๐ค ๐๐๐๐ฅ๐ก๐ฎ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฃ๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ง๐๐ก๐ก๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐๐ฉ๐ (๐๐ซ๐๐ฃ ๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ช๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐ฎ๐๐ก๐ ๐ค๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ ๐จ๐๐ฎ๐จ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐ฌ๐๐ก๐ก ๐๐ช๐ฉ ๐๐ช๐จ๐ฉ ๐ข๐๐ฎ๐๐ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐๐ค๐ฃ'๐ฉ). ๐๐ค๐ฅ๐๐:ย ๐ผ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ ๐๐ค๐ง ๐๐ค๐ฌย ๐ฉ๐ค ๐จ๐ฉ๐ค๐ฅ ๐๐ค๐ฅ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช'๐ก๐ก ๐๐ง๐ค๐จ๐จ ๐ฅ๐๐ฉ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ฃ ๐๐ฃ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐ช๐ฉ๐ช๐ง๐.
๐๐ค๐ฅ๐๐: ๐ผ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ ๐๐ค๐ง ๐๐ค๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐ข๐ค๐ซ๐ ๐ค๐ฃ.
i.ย she is teeth and claws and blood, she comes home with red stained lips and gore under her nails. . ii.ย be careful or you'll get cut on her winged liner, steerย clear of her crimson mouth, her nails may look pretty but they are weapons, and she does not hesitate. . iii.ย but, oh, how she melts, she sheds her skin and climbs into bed with a messy bun and a smile. when she is home she is soft. . iv.ย she peppers me with kisses and touches, and i look at her, starry eyed and hopelesslyย in love, wondering how this ethereal creature came to love mortality.
a transformation of sorts // i.s.
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i knew a girl once. she said she loved the flowers blossoming in the meadow outside of her house. she told me they were dandelions. they told her they were weeds.
i loved the girl once. she had a smile warmer than the sun, and the stars begged her to shine softer so their glow might not be lost. she told me she loved me too. when i said it back, i told her a half-truth.
i saw the girl once, her brilliant smile dulled by the shadows of the man standing over her. at twenty-one, he was five years our senior. he ate the moonlight of the girl and spat out something different, something sad. he called her flower and smelled like weed. she told me he loved her. he told me it was a lie.
i knew a girl once. the woman in front of me has her face, but her eyes are bleak and she does not smile. a baby suckles at her breast, a toddler pulls at her wrist. they look like the man who killed the girl i love, who beat her darker than the other side of the moon until she didnโt know whether his arm would hold her or ruin her. she told me that she has missed my presence in her life, how she wishes life had not broken us apart. i tell her i miss her too.
โ and i love her still, perhaps i always will, j.g.
i. When i look back on it, itโs all cloyingly sweet- as if every moment was drenched in that artificial, supposedly healthy, sweetener that my mum loves putting in her tea. . ii. We were a facade of love: a superficial relationship, sticking labels on ourselves to validate our feelings. "maybe if i sayย โi love youโ enough, it will make the words true." . iii. We saw everything in candy floss colours and stuck cotton in our ears and eyes, hoping to blur out the world. But the only thing we succeeded in, was blurring out each other. "it wasnโt you i fell in love with, but rather the feeling of being wanted." . iv. So we continued to lick sugar off each otherโs lips, till one of us, i canโt remember who, got sick and threw it all up. . v. But that violent upheaval was too much, wasnโt it? too abrupt, too unexpected, too jarring, and suddenly, the cotton disappeared, and in desperate attempts to restore the world back its to faded sweetness, . we drifted apart . like clouds . in the sky.
too much of a good thing, or something like that | i.s.