✨ The world is terrible but atleast I have my bed✨

Three modes of feelings toward characters as the writer is writing them:

frog chair

Okay I- 😭

@hollowedskin relaxing

A little chair!!

Anyway here’s a poem I wrote about my cat

After “Do not stand at my grave and weep”, author disputed:

Do not stand at your bowl and meow. I gave you food. It’s in there now. I feed you at the dawning light, I feed you at the fall of night. I feed you kibbles mixed with meat And wet food for a special treat. I feed you even though you scoff At all the food within your trough. I feed you and still yet you yell Like as a beast from deepest hell. Do not stand at your bowl and cry. I gave you food. You will not die.

I wrote one for my roommate’s cat as well;

Do not stand at my feet and cry It’s VEGETABLES, you silly guy! Your begging will not change the food Into a thing you think is good I’ll give you things not cheese or meat You sniff at them and then retreat And yet, as soon as chopping starts You run back in and beg for parts You squint your eyes at plant-based food And yet you won’t stop BEGGING, dude! Do not stand by the stove and bleat You don’t like this. You will not eat.

I haven't had the best day, but this...this made me laugh so hard I had to get a tissue and wipe my eyes 🤣🤣🤣

@bestnoncannonship Samson

@petermorwood

It's so weird when a friendship ends. I mean I saw it coming. I knew it was due. I knew in my heart it won't last. Of course it hurt when it ended no matter how much I thought I was prepared for it, it still came as a shock to me.

And even after all this time, I still miss her. There's a hole in my heart where she lived. Everything else has faded. My hurt, my anger, everything. All that remains is a faded memory of that pain she caused.

And you know what that's not even the point. It's the fact that she was my best friend and that despite having new friends, I still long to be around her. I still want to tell her all the happy news first. I still long to just randomly videocall her and catch up with her. It still stings when someone mentions her name and they mention something abut her and I have absolutely no idea what they are talking about because we are that distant now.

I hate her and I blame her for the end of our friendship. I hate how she gave up so easily. I hate how she just stopped caring. I despise her. Loathe her.

But I miss her. And it's so confusing and infuriating to have such complex feelings towards someone who is not even here.

the replies are killing me

It's so weird when a friendship ends. I mean I saw it coming. I knew it was due. I knew in my heart it won't last. Of course it hurt when it ended no matter how much I thought I was prepared for it, it still came as a shock to me.

And even after all this time, I still miss her. There's a hole in my heart where she lived. Everything else has faded. My hurt, my anger, everything. All that remains is a faded memory of that pain she caused.

And you know what that's not even the point. It's the fact that she was my best friend and that despite having new friends, I still long to be around her. I still want to tell her all the happy news first. I still long to just randomly videocall her and catch up with her. It still stings when someone mentions her name and they mention something abut her and I have absolutely no idea what they are talking about because we are that distant now.

I hate her and I blame her for the end of our friendship. I hate how she gave up so easily. I hate how she just stopped caring. I despise her. Loathe her.

But I miss her. And it's so confusing and infuriating to have such complex feelings towards someone who is not even here.

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine "Past Tense, Pt. 1"

Reblog if it's the same year as it was yesterday, 2024

Being a writer your brain is either

A) STUFFED TO BURSTING with ideas you have no clue what to do with or how to make them make sense

or

B) It's a black hole that devours every inkling of creativity in your cells and you are just hoping it'll consume you too

THERE IS NO IN BETWEEN

Either people need to learn how to tell the difference between an “I’m sorry” that takes direct responsibility and an “I’m sorry” that signifies sympathy, or I’m gonna start responding to unfortunate information with a solemn nod and a “Sympies,” because I am tired of receiving a “Why? It wasn’t your fault” every time I try to vocalize compassion.

I'm forwarding all of you my next therapy bill.

Can I propose the XKCD method instead?

XCKD 945, ID in Alt

Always the writer, never the reader.

"why did you follow prev" because we're bound in blood for the next eight hundred years. next question

truly nothing about house md prepares you for wilson. he's fucking insane. he's been divorced three times. he's the only person who can scheme just as well as house. he gives a patient his own liver bc he felt bad for him - a patient who didn't even know wilson's name. btw. he noticed a patient had depression bc he never mentioned his grandkids. he starred in a porno. he dosed house with antidepressants for several weeks. he allowed his boybestie and his gf to share custody of him and didn't even try to stop it. house told him to buy a piece of furniture that represented who he was, and he bought a $4000+ organ for house. he was gonna torpedo his career to talk abt euthanasia bc one of his patients suffered longer than he had to. he let house move into his 1 bed apartment bc his therapist thought it'd be a good idea. this man would do anything for anybody if they let him. he'd fucking quit his job to save a snail off the sidewalk. bro is not normal in the slightest