Vent post, talk about cancer in cats under the pictures of my kitties
One of my cats has been dealing with mass cell tumors, but he’s been doing alright. It’s not easy but it’s manageable. One of our other cats who we thought was perfectly healthy has just been diagnosed with hepatic lymphoma.
and while he currently isn’t exhibiting outward symptoms or discomfort, the doctors say it’s progressing in a way where he probably will soon. This is so so hard.
Both of these cats belong to my roommate who is my best friend in the entire world. I have lived with them for the past two years and love them just as much as I have loved any pet of mine. They are both around fourteen years old and my roommate does absolutely everything they can to give them the best quality of life.
I am just feeling so hopeless and lost this is so hard. All three of us who live in the apartment love our animals so much, but we’re all queer twenty somethings living pay check to paycheck in a really shitty apartment so it’s so hard being able to afford all these new expenses.
I just need a hug, and to feel like it’s going to be okay.
Black and white cat is bean (mass cell) and the grey baby is stripe (hepatic lymphoma) and they could really use any thoughts or good vibes or anything you can send our way.
Thank you for reading if you did.
i feel like a lot of people assume our songs are far more metaphorical than they are. like yes, i really DID have to break out of that party. yes, i really DID have a blade in my hand and a glint in my eye. yes, i really DID shovel fresh concrete into my mouth
bears in trees was so right for saying i keep lighting fires and i keep punching walls. i keep holding my breath and i keep poking holes ohh (ohh) ohh (ohh) i keep smashing glasses and i keep falling down. i lay in the pieces and i keep rolling around ohh (ohh) ohh (ohh) i’ll sleep on my sofa and you can sleep in my bed. i’ll never feel whole but you’re as close as i’ll get ohh (ohh) ohh (ohh) you can be the husband, i can be your wife. we can pretend we can cope with real life. white picket fences and stable jobs, three little faces and a couple of dogs. you can be the husband, i can be your wife. we can pretend we’ll get over our strife, having conversations we’ve never had before, you’ll be drinking whisky as i walk out the door. i walk to the seafront and jump in fully clothed (ohh) and i keep wandering aimless, oh shit, i don’t even know (ohh) woah (ohh) woah (ohh) i keep starting fires and i keep poking holes. i keep holding my breath ‘cause i am nothing at all.
Hey babe, it’s okay, don’t cry, why don’t you drink your silly little oat milk coffee and text your silly little texts and see if that helps?
this blog turned nine years old today….
The way this was my second or third account and used to be a 5sos fan blog
my work made garfield stickers I am so obsessed
thumb is there to block out the store name just for privacy stuff :)
I’ve been writing poems again. Daydreaming again. The heart is a funny thing, but sometimes being a little delusional as a treat is fun.