"So many vows...they make you swear and swear. Defend the king. Obey the king. Keep his secrets. Do his bidding. Your life for his. But obey your father. Love your sister. Protect the innocent. Defend the weak. Respect the gods. Obey the laws. It's too much. No matter what you do, you're forsaking one vow or the other.”
book!jaime was actually p gr8 2 read. show jaime is just... bleh
okay weird question for you nonas. i have both mi and migraines. the type of mi i have can but doesn't always cause hallucinations/psychosis. my migraines are mild but chronic.
if i have olfactory hallucinations, is that more likely to be the mi, even in the absence of other hallucinations, or the migraines, even if it occurs sometimes with no other migraine symptoms?
i'm thinking migraine and will ask my neurologist next time i talk to him, but i'm curious
a while ago I read an article about how dogs love us back, but recognize that we’re different from them, while cats see us as bigger and clumsier than them, but do not consider us different
It’s true; cats see us as giant dumb hairless babies. That’s why they bring us half-dead prey– to teach us how to hunt and eat properly. That’s why they attack when we rub their bellies– that’s how parent cats teach kittens to defend themselves. That’s also why they meow– cats communicate with other adults on a frequency we can’t hear, but meow at kittens because their ears aren’t fully developed. They even specialized a set of meows they use only for humans, because we are especially deaf babies.
is this true? i want to believe my cat just thinks i'm another cat, but a bigger and dumber one
I moved out to Arizona last July. I really like Tucson - it's a cool city with cool people! However. There are lots of things this native-Upstate NYer cannot abide.
This morning one of these things (or something that looks awful like it - http://i.imgur.com/tiSYiZP.png) was laying upside down on the sidewalk, wriggling its legs as it died. I tugged my dog away from it.
When I came home from work it was on the other side of the sidewalk, still on its back and struggling. I felt bad for it - why move it but not end its misery? A few hours later, when I let dog back out, two slightly smaller things had arrived and I watched as they basically picked the bigger, dying one up and carried it off into the bushes.
I shouted "WHAT THE FUCK?" out loud. I live in a nightmare.
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