Running on fumes for the past year and a half and this floof-brained gub has no idea how critical a role he plays in my desire to persevere 💙

I've never met a bridge I could burn, even if saving it came at the expense of setting myself on fire.

Nothing but scritchies and baguette pillows for this hissy guy who kept me *so* safe from the scary men I invited into the house to fix the furnace.

Well-earned rest, bravest boy.

I can't get peach redbull anymore. I am not God's strongest soldier and I don't know why I keep getting treated like I might be.

The furnace stopped working, and it's 50 degrees in the house (and dropping). I'm so excited to see what other horrors this day has to offer.

I wish microblogging were as cathartic as I need it to be, but I guess that's more my fault than anything else.

Maybe this is just a reason to take fifty billion photos of my cats.

Apparently dreams about death represent unresolved emotions, but that's basically every feeling I've ever had so??

There's nothing I want more than to hibernate in the dark solitude of a cozy cave but I guess I have to keep being an adult in society and pay taxes or whatever, gd.

And the other one, for good measure.

Kicking off this bluesky journey with my best good boy, as is right and just.