please don’t text me war plans, because I’m actually at capacity right now and I don’t think I can hold appropriate space for you. do you have someone else you could reach out to?

How many years is an anxiety attack supposed to last?

you’re fired. wait you’re rehired. email us a list of things you’ve done today wait forget it you’re fired again. come back your job was important. you’re fired. or hired. come in to the office. wait the office has no computers go home. we are the department of government efficiency.

me: idk man I’m always tired when I should be awake and wide awake when I should be tired and I just wanna eat and puke and cry and fight everyone all at the same time and I can’t tell if I’m sick or if I’m just getting old and…

waiter: i meant “are you okay over here” as in do you need more water

Once I learn how to regulate my trauma responses, effectively communicate my emotions, pay off all my debts, and finally reconcile the existential madness that is modern life, it’s over for you bitches

When god closes a door isn’t he supposed to open a window or something?

Not the same door but with on fire bees this time?

Playing with paint again, and still enjoying the snow. So there. #watercolor

Every blanket is a weighted blanket if your cats are chonky enough

I bet there would be so many hobbit Christmas carols about potatoes

All I want is a cottage in the Scottish Highlands, a raging snowstorm, and Agatha Christie novel, a crackling fire, a kettle on the stove, and a basket of emotional support pastries.

Might just start a new farm in Stardew Valley just to feel something

open world games taught me that I’d rather pick flowers for 80 hours than finish anything important.

Once I get this cat off my lap it’s over for you bitches