So my cat Lydia likes paper right. If I open my mail on my bed, she’s right there, walking on it, listening to it crinkle under her toes, and then laying right down. Even if I leave paper on the floor, on carpet or tile or hardwood, she’s there, curling up, standing on it, happy as can be.
And like many of my fellow fanfiction addicts, I don’t read a lot of print books, but I recently borrowed a novel that sounded a m a z i n g and I wanted to get it back to my coworker on Monday. It was going pretty well Saturday afternoon until
Every time I put this book down, whether open or closed or page up or down, she was there. Happy as can be. And so freaking cute that I didn’t want to move her, which meant I was not going to finish it.
So finally, in protest and so I could actually finish this book, I gave her another one
screw the pottermore quizzes, i want to know everything about my alternate hogwarts self. what pet would i have? what books would i read? what pillows would i use? how long would my fucking homework parchment be idk but i’ll take a ten-question quiz to find out
Because of the dog’s joyfulness, our own is increased. It is no small gift. It is not the least reason why we should honor as well as love the dog of our own life, and the dog down the street, and all the dogs not yet born. What would the world be like without music or rivers or the green and tender grass? What would this world be like without dogs?
I told myself I would stop doodling these two on my breaks.
I have no self-restraint.
So here’s another small headcanon for you: I imagine that Cole is actually the one who has the hair skills and Mouse usually gives no cares about how messy his own hair is. But because Cole’s always getting dirty, all those showers make his hair reeeaaaally soft and Mouse likes to braid it for him~ @hootsweets
Again, would have sent this privately over Hexcomic.com but welp… I’m technologically challenged and still can’t figure it out. Yay~
I keep a handful of inspiring quotes above my desk to keep me writing, to encourage me to do everything I can every day to reach my dreams. Adding this advice from SJM to the wall. There will be hard days. There will be days when it feels like my dream is impossible to reach. But I won’t stop writing. I won’t let the dark thoughts drag me down. I will not stop dreaming.
There are so many moments that I can’t share with others.
There are so many feelings, familiar smells and unique colours
only I seem to feel, smell and see,
through which I feel like being me.
There are so many seconds that seem to last for hours,
there are so many thoughts that are only mine, not ours
and that I cherish like my new born child
and in my head they’re running wild.
There are so many winter nights I feel the warmth inside of me.
There are so many candles lit while I blow on my tea.
And when it is so silent, that I can hear my heartbeat,
I feel at ease and time just tastes so sweet.
There are so many fears, so many worries and much pain
that I can’t quite work out, can’t quite explain.
But all that is fine in the end, when I can just be with myself,
don’t ask if I’m alright alone, I know I won’t need someone else.
There are so many jokes and talks I have with only me.
This is a good thing in my eyes, liking yourself that is the key.
Sharing secrets with myself? I’m sure I won’t tell them.
Because I trust myself and forgive me for mistakes over and again.
There are so many beautiful things; if just a smile, that is enough
that make me happy to live to see them, even when my day is tough.
And I feel like an audience, the world is this small movie theatre
across the street where they have just the special films, which are all the greater.
And when I then come home, I change in my pyjamas,
cuddle my pets, hide in my bed where there is never drama.
My favourite books and TV shows, my music and delicious food
is all I need then for my heart to feel way more than good.
I’ve wanted to take a photo of this little guy for a while now. This is my hamster Neil. I got him a few months ago, and he reminded me so much of Neil Josten I couldn’t resist naming him that. He’s small, twitchy, runs really fast, and his slightly orange fur is totally in character. It took so many photo’s to get that some that weren’t super blurry, but I had to add one of him going fast too, cause he’s just so adorable. <3