cats don’t know what words mean and i love that about them. i can say “you are a beautiful little angel child and i love you more than anything else in the entire world” but also “you wretched little clown bastard. you’ve created such a big mess and now i have to clean it because i have hands and you don’t. this is god’s cruelest joke.” and they don’t care they just say :3 and put their little paws on me
when evangelion dives into some abstract philosophical shit and you’re trying to pay attention so you can maybe glean something about yourself via humanity’s oldest learning tool, fiction, but then that slick af percussion comes on for whatever reason
[ID: Illustration of Sailor Moon in casual clothes. There are two versions of her. The one on the left is wearing a pink tank top and denim shorts with pink shoes. The one on the right is wearing black tank top and black shorts and shoes. She’s also covered in bandages.]
