I’d like to be reborn as my own cat. I know it doesn’t make sense but it’s my death fantasy and that’s what I want.

I have a cat that randomly screams all hours of the day and night. I don't need a spirit animal.

The way I smiled for you so easily and so naturally a love lingering inside my eyes.

I really hope you find what you’re looking for.

I’m so grateful for this beautiful new addition.

my default response to anything is nap

Easy love like this is hard to find.

i have way too much social anxiety for how much love + attention i demand every day. it's impractical

If you don’t care about my cat updates, then what are you even doing here?

how dare you try and boss me around who in the hell do you think you are, my cat?

Anticipation can be so wonderfully intoxicating.

Adoption update: Charley has to stay a few more days to recuperate from being spayed before she can come home. Hopefully Tuesday night she’ll be the newest object of my affection. 💙

If you look really, really close, you can see much more.

I take that back. The answer is cats.

The best part of childhood? I’d have to say the decade long memory gap.

so like what are we just supposed to keep doing this every day?

All these self imposed limits and self-imposed rules.

Somewhere along the way the line blurred from crazy to this is fucken nuts.

Since losing Tuukka, I’ve ached to get a companion for Zdena (black kitty). I’ve always preferred having them in pairs, because cuddling cat season is the best part of winter! This one has a nub tail so she has something in common with our Boston Terrier too! 🤞

plot twist: I rescued a cat.

plot twist : I saved myself

I’ll always be more comfortable hiding behind my hair.

Big year for what the fucks.

I’m a hot mess, but also I’m okay. Such is the duality of existence!

So, when is Musk giving the State of the Union address?

I want to touch your scars and hear the stories of why.

They say time heals, but no one tells you that some wounds become a part of you. You stop bleeding, but the scars whisper every night.

It's an art to say what we want without leaving the impression of criticism.

You actually get several chances to make a first impression because I will forget.

Easy love that we feel like a weighted blanket on the skin of our souls.

You've met me at a weird time in my life is something I can say to everyone I've ever met.

All of this history is taking up too much space in my soul, so I write towards someday feeling free.

I still don’t know who won the Super Bowl is my level of tuning it all out.

If the Grateful Dead were playing the halftime show they’d still be tuning instruments right now.

Prized possession: An old glass pig my great grandma called her “dime bank”. She used to let me dump it out and count to see how much was there. She told me it was the smallest amount she’d stop on the street to pick up, but when she collected enough it really added up. 💙Dimes are still my favorite.

We are the music makers. And we are the dreamers of dreams.

Ani DiFranco, anyone?

If it didn't matter, it wouldn't hurt so much.

I’m trying to rectify my long held belief and behavior of adopting shelter pets, with my deep desire to exist with a Maine coon cat.

Music, played extremely loud drowning, thoughts.

I play a game I call “song insertion” in which I sing enough lyrics to get a song stuck in someone’s head. Then I sit back and smile and let the music spread.

According to Spotify, this was my most listened to song of 2024. Only today did I see the video for the first time, and it reminded me why I love this band so much. 💙🎶 youtu.be/N3AShaHdZos?...

None of this should be construed as therapeutic advice. You have to pay extra for that.

I’m not a life coach but I can text you hourly with “Don’t do it! Dumbass”.

All of the schemas simultaneously broken. #sixwords

What I lack in looks and personality... I make up for with crazy mental issues and good drugs.

Because in order to truly know me, you have to know the music I am made of.

Trying to get a RUN DMC song out of my mind but it’s tricky.