I miss caressing skittish girls, cherishing them and letting them learn unconditional love after a long life of transactional social ineptitude, of people asking her to always have something to give in return if she wants to even be acknowledged.
Telling her that it’s not too late to feel loved. Making it known she doesn’t have to let her guard down, unlearn her aversion and distrust of people, or stop being skeptical of love. Just asking of her, for once, that even after all they’ve told her or taught her. That love awaits patiently for even the toughest street cat, even when she swats the hand, or hiss, that it’ll be there to give her warm food, and pets that never demands for anything in return, but simply, just her joy.
Making a girl unlearn the fear of “Biting the hand that feeds”, but rather, see a Hand that pets even after callouses and scars of claw marks and deep scratches.
Me writing the most self indulgent paragraphs because I’m a faggot who takes fun in reintroducing girls who have learned distrust to love. Some like kittens, some like teen cats, but I think there’s beauty in grooming and feeding an older cat, one who has given up, to finally realize that all the fights she’s had, and all the time she’s held her ground, wasn’t for nothing.
That even if the moment that she finally experience love, was but a fleeting one. To have her eye light up and realize that, although the love they would hold is short lived, that it is something she ultimately deserves. (◍•ᴗ•◍)
omfg I’m kms, I’m gonna dig a hole and hide in it forever
Whats the point if i will never have this
I miss caressing skittish girls, cherishing them and letting them learn unconditional love after a long life of transactional social ineptitude, of people asking her to always have something to give in return if she wants to even be acknowledged.
Telling her that it’s not too late to feel loved. Making it known she doesn’t have to let her guard down, unlearn her aversion and distrust of people, or stop being skeptical of love. Just asking of her, for once, that even after all they’ve told her or taught her. That love awaits patiently for even the toughest street cat, even when she swats the hand, or hiss, that it’ll be there to give her warm food, and pets that never demands for anything in return, but simply, just her joy.
Making a girl unlearn the fear of “Biting the hand that feeds”, but rather, see a Hand that pets even after callouses and scars of claw marks and deep scratches.
WAHHHH .·´¯
(>▂<)´¯·.Me writing the most self indulgent paragraphs because I’m a faggot who takes fun in reintroducing girls who have learned distrust to love. Some like kittens, some like teen cats, but I think there’s beauty in grooming and feeding an older cat, one who has given up, to finally realize that all the fights she’s had, and all the time she’s held her ground, wasn’t for nothing.
That even if the moment that she finally experience love, was but a fleeting one. To have her eye light up and realize that, although the love they would hold is short lived, that it is something she ultimately deserves. (◍•ᴗ•◍)
omfg I’m kms, I’m gonna dig a hole and hide in it forever
what the heell does this means
idk either 🫥
Something in you knows what it means!
And I think it’s a pretty classic fantasy for disempowered people to imagine having power;
The , ehhhhhhh, subject matter notwithstanding 🙀
ig I do sound like I’m just fantasizing, but I do do this to my friends and my situationships °^°
Been missing it lots cuz uni is in the way, being in engineering doesn’t help </3