“my friend the electrical engineer,” i say, or of someone else: “my friend the Canadian,” “my friend in Denver.” and i am down south, states and miles away.
“how did you meet?” they ask, puzzled by how far-flung my friendships. “the internet,” i say, a little proud, a little defensive because the next words are inevitable.
they always ask with a mix of amusement and horror. always. “have you met in person? no? how can you be sure it’s not an old pervert in his mother’s basement, a serial killer on the prowl?”
how can we be sure of anyone? the man who married a pastor’s daughter, then shot his pregnant wife in the back of the head–they thought they knew him. but these anonymous souls: they’re my friends.
we talk of books and ideas, family and differences in where we live and why we do what we do, and trade stupid jokes like candy, sweet and inclusive and joyful. my friends. my soul friends, who i meet on the internet.
friendships are not born of handshakes. they’re born of shared things and shared interests and sometimes just because you’re human and i’m human, and that praise God is enough.
@ all my soul friends, I would tag you individually but basically if we’ve talked more than a couple times you are probably on the list and you know who you are. Bless.
This is lovely, and very much how I feel about my internet friends. Love to you all.
“Old friend” either means an elderly dog or an individual of the same gender with whom you have been secretly in love for more than a decade. There are no other possible interpretations.
This is blatant archenemy erasure and I won’t stand for it
Because [cishet]men don’t have or really understand indepth friendship. They depend on ALL of their emotional support from their parents (read: mothers) or their spouses (read: wives). So when they are expected to care about the well being and feelings of a woman they aren’t fucking they think the world is ending.
I GUARANTEE somebody got their feelings hurt after reading this LMAO
^Facts
For those who didn’t understand
10/10 post
“Women aren’t vending machines you put compliments into until sex comes out.”
friends deep lore: the reason chandler is so bad at generally existing in the 90s/early 2000s is he actually died in 1843 of lead poisoning and now he’s been reanimated by dark wizard ross (a homophobe) and the only way to break free of his curse of living undead is to find love and luckily he shares a flat with friendly modern man joey who teaches him the way of the world and maybe just, maybe, he also teaches him the meaning of love. 200k, slowburn, fisting
This is Mason. He’s my mother’s cat and like another child to her. We took him from a druggie when he was a kitten, hardly even two months old, because she wasn’t feeding him properly (dog food) and leaving him alone for hours at a time with no water or biscuits.
Recently he’s started peeing a mixture of blood and urine after several days of limited tray use. He’s eating sort of regularly, and is well-hydrated to boot, but we’re honestly so worried right now (my mother was in tears because this cat is literally a child to her and I don’t know how she’d handle him being ill).
We called up PDSA today to ask for help with vet fees but we are apparently “outside the catchment area” for them to help us and Cats Protection doesn’t provide financial assistance for anything other than neutering. The vet we’re going to is not our usual one since our usual are generally considered to be shit (we’ve had several dogs die on us with them and it really doesn’t breed much trust).
Right off the bat we have a £30 consult fee to meet which we can sort of cover (moving money around, not paying this bill or that bill, limiting how much we buy for food etc) but we’re more concerned about any medication or, gods forbid, surgeries we may need to pay for afterwards.
If our financial situation was better and we could afford to actually
do this ourselves, believe me, we would. I am having to coast on what
I’ve already been given by those of you who have kindly given me money
for the past month and I’m still stuck until mid-February at the
earliest before I can be of any help in the household financially. My
mother isn’t much better off and neither of my brothers can help us out
with this (one of them has racked up a debt that is best not discussed
lest I hit him with something for being so darn stupid).
My Paypal is in my blog description but I’m also adding it here [https://www.paypal.me/kathryncowle0] to save time. I don’t really use any other means of money transaction because I don’t know any, so sorry if Paypal is a problem for anyone.
If any of you can help us out, please do. Even a pound will help in the long run. Please. I don’t want to lose another cat and I certainly don’t want my mother to lose hers because, honestly, this cat means everything to her and I’m so worried about how she’ll handle losing him.
Reblogged with the link FIXED. I didn’t even realise tumblr was trying to make this an internal blog link wtf (is this a conspiracy???)
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