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merl posing for #caturday
little white and brown cat laying on her back on a cat-printed blanket little white and brown cat laying on her back on a cat-printed blanket
April 19, 2025 at 7:54 PM
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everyone wish goobi luck today 🫶🏻 he’s under anesthesia getting a dental procedure done. he’s so brave
March 20, 2025 at 3:50 PM
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little goob loaf
grey and white cat in loaf position, on floral strawberry print sheets
February 24, 2025 at 1:19 AM
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expression through fridge magnets @anghyzer.bsky.social
small word magnets make the phrases: “need bed & tv & chocolate”, “live with death”, “love the ugly”, “hot take, he is most repulsive, she is lovely”, and “i worship delirious dreamy summer in the garden” small word magnets make the phrases: “felt the urge to hit him”, “weak man watch as storm floods these lakes of blood” and “how life like”
February 9, 2025 at 12:20 AM
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on a lighter note, please look at goob and merl thriving in their new apartment!
brown and white tiny cat, curled up into a ball, sleeping brown and white cat looking up at the camera with wide eyes. grey and white cat laying on a heating vent, looking up longingly grey and white cat on the kitchen table, peering out the window at the snow
January 24, 2025 at 1:13 AM
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trauma dump journal entry bc it’s the anniversary of my car accident (car crash TW)
“It was two years ago today, on that icy january morning—my car accident. one minute i’m driving—and the next—my life flashes before my eyes. The road had felt safe, I had a smile on my face. i’m still not sure what happened. was there black ice on that curve? was it the unassuming inch or two of slush on the road? who knows? but i’ve never felt so helpless. i constantly struggle to recall things; of course this is the exception. it’s funny how that works. the pure terror isn’t easy to forget, i’ve tried. my own screams get stuck in my head. i begged and pleaded with siri to call 911. it didn’t work. i managed to walk away with nothing more than a black eye. i still don’t understand it. my world felt just about as shattered as my windshield. yet my bruise healed in a few weeks. my friends were so kind and lovely. but my bruise healed and it felt like they forgot. i’m certain they didn’t—they just moved on, because i had made it out okay. i don’t blame them one bit. i don’t. thank god, right? but it feels lonely to live in fear. my entire life feels different. “ “i know i am lucky, so so lucky. not everyone makes it out okay. but why does it feel so raw two years later? i am tired. living with so much fear in your body means nowhere feels safe. nowhere feels like home. a peaceful drive is not real. there is no peace. the inner chaos is all-consuming. i am so tired. car accidents happen every single day. i tell my fear to shrink itself down and be small, like everyone else’s is. it doesn’t hear me.”
January 24, 2025 at 1:05 AM