Every time I see people like "cats are evil and will never love you I'm like bro cats are adorable losers, they rub against you and head butt into your hand when you pet them and they make a dumb vibrating noise when they're happy and chase after moving lights and shoelaces and tuck their feet under their bodies to become a fucking cat loaf cats are great ok.😅
yk what's crazy you came into my life. you fell in love with me first. i didn't ask for you to come into my life. i didn't like you. i didn't even want to talk to you. but you put in the effort and didn't let me push you away. until we started dating.
when we started dating everything changed. you stopped showing me your emotions. you stopped texting me every morning as soon as you woke up. you stopped saying i love you. you stopped telling me that i meant the world to you.
you stopped giving me the attention you said i deserved. you stopped doing everything that made me fall in love with you. and then slowly your feelings went away. i may not know the exact moment you stopped loving me.
but i do know that no matter how much you hurt me. a little part of me is always going to love you. not because i still have feelings for you. but because you were my first love. you were the person who made me feel like i was fucking floating when i talked to you.
or even thought of you. when i thought of your voice it made my heart melt. but at the end of the day. you walked out of my life as fast as you walked into my life. you broke me. you came into my life jus to leave me broken and scared to love someone again. sometimes i wish i never met you. because then maybe everything could maybe be perfect. but no matter how much i can say that i'm over you. the truth is i'm not.
i'm still in love with you. because you taught me how to love someone. you showed me what it felt like to finally be loved. but you also showed me that not everything last forever. even when you try everything to to make sure it does. and i hope one day you find someone that loves you jus as much as i loved you.
Just learned my dad has been in a prank war with his coworker for 19 years. It started when the coworker stole my dad's sandwich in 2005. My dad retaliated by filling his spare car keys with pudding. It escalated. We're talking hiring a mariachi band to follow him, swapping his contacts with fake ones, elaborate schemes. I found out because the coworker just retired and my dad seemed genuinely sad. My mom was like "honey, are you okay?" and he goes "I just realized Steve was my best friend." MY MOM GOES "STEVE? THE GUY YOU PUT ON A BILLBOARD?" Yeah. Apparently five years ago my dad paid $2000 to put Steve's face on a billboard that said "This man thinks he's better than you." They never had a normal conversation. Never got lunch. Never hung out. Just pure psychological warfare for two decades. My dad's now worried he doesn't know how to make friends normally. He's 56.