I read it somewhere “we romanticised the wrong organ, the stomach is more emotional than the heart” and it feels so true. we feel butterflies in our stomach and when we’re sad we lose our appetite. our stomach gets affected by emotions way more than we realise.
having two cats means watching one of them lick the other one’s forehead with deep, unconditional brotherly love, only for it to devolve into a full WWE smackdown exactly four seconds later.