a cat with a boys heart


Anon request: Teenage Stevie | Part 01

“Okay, it went, I’ve loved and I’ve lost, but I am sad but not blue/I once loved a boy who was wonderful and true/But he loved another before he loved me/and I knew he still wanted her ~ ‘twas easy to see. I truly had fallen, cat’s-meow-pajamas, for an incredible guy, and he ended up going out with my best friend. And they both knew I was going to be crushed. I think I’ve always called it I’ve Loved and I’ve Lost. When I said, I’m sad but not blue, I was accepting the fact that they were going to be together. I was horrified, but I really loved both of them, and I knew they didn’t do it purposefully to hurt me.” 

like not to toot my own horn but my daughter, who is a cat, likes to knead boobies and play with girls’ hair and kiss them and do you see me being like “oh man she’s gonna break all the boy kitties’ hearts one day she’s so beautiful!!”? no!! i let her be her gay self gOD why is this so hard for people to do with their human children??

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.