It was indeed like old times when, at that hour, I found myself seated beside him in a hansom, my revolver in my pocket and the thrill of adventure in my heart.
One of the things I appreciate about having a bonded pair of sisters for cats is that they are true ride-or-die for one another even when one of them is being a full-on dumbass.
This morning, something in the living room (I still don’t know what, possibly Ghost) startled Polk, who did an immediate five-foot vertical leap in the air and then took off running in that scrabbly way cats have when they’re genuinely in fear of their life.
Dearborn gave me a “what the fuck” look for a fraction of a second, then clearly with NOTHING actually startling her did the exact same thing. Like, “I guess this is just what we’re doing this morning.”
I found them huddled together behind my snow boots while Dearborn furiously washed Polk’s ears.
(This photo was taken about two days ago and I will never get over how Deebs’ ಠ_ಠ face remains unchanged from the day I brought them home.)
go write three sentences on your current writing project.
# my favourite part about this post # is that nowhere does it say to reblog this # but we’re all reblogging it # because if we have to suffer # so do other writers
F u c k
Because of this I stopped procrastinating and got 1000 words out on my WIP!!
tfw ur trying to write plot but ur brain only provides you with out-of-sequence snippets built on vague ideas and an endless number of potential outcomes that develop and branch out unnaturally over an unspecified timespan
Sometimes I see a girl’s shoulders/collarbone area and I’m suddenly possessed by the spirit of a 19th century lesbian first seeing another girl removing her dress to reveal pantaloons and corset in the dorms at the all-girls boarding school her parents sent her to so she may be trained in proper etiquette
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