Every year, at the very end of it, we get a taste of how our lives could be, structuring our days like cats structure theirs, soft and warmly lit. And then every January, we return to the harsh and florescent.

Ah yes, the four genders: the pursued the pursuing the busy and the tired.

I love telling literally any man that I'm going to get a haircut and watching the light leave his eyes. You're right. The only two options are Demi Moore (Striptease) or Demi Moore (GI Jane).

The smartest person you know is also the dumbest person you know and often at the same time.

Brought to you by Grillo's Pickles.

Desperate to hurt in a way that makes sense. In a way I understand. Instead of whatever the fuck this is.

You ever open the door for someone to know you - to ask questions and be interested and allow you to show yourself - and they simply refuse to nudge the door even a little with their toe?

I will not confront my grief as if she is my enemy. I will make her tea and invite her to sit beside me so that we might understand each other.

Me and who?

Happy Manon Rhéaume day to all who celebrate!

I am at the end of my rope - anyone want anything while I'm there?

I continue to find myself lying on the floor.

Sorry, can't talk. Too busy measuring things with my heart.

I'm developing so many fractures that surely it is in my foundation now and I fear a building inspector will condemn me.

If things could calm down for even a minute so my nervous system could regulate itself, I'd appreciate it.

Why do people always want to talk about feelings? For me, it is enough that I feel them.

I can actively see that I'm not having a baja blast right now and instead of trying to have a meaningful conversation I am *checks notes* sending a variety of people reels in the hopes of momentarily tethering to a sense of shared hope and whimsy.

"Ah, but that's all you know, isn't it, Will? The worn, familiar pattern? And it feels good, doesn't it, a little? To feel bad in such a comfortable way?" Okay, @dylanthyme.bsky.social . It's a little bit early in my day for this kind of self awaredness.

Generally, I feel like I'm broken in ways that make me fascinating to look at but impossible to hold.

Objectively, it's cool as hell that the body can just? put bones back together? and the process is calling knitting? Subjectively, I think it would be neat if it did it ✨️faster✨️.

I was at an old rail station that's a converted linear running trail now watching two pigeons flit around behind a chain link fence.

You ever have a day where everything you experience kind of feels like a line from a poem?

Oops! All Goalies, the goalie-only game, is under way at Kraken Community Iceplex.

What's a manic pixie dream girl, but in her late thirties? Because I fear it is me.

I have mad respect for diners that put a truly obscene amount of butter on their toast.

I'm not the kind of girl you start a war for. I am the war.

SCREAMING! I didn't expect to fall in love with Morgan and Kazio as much as I did, but this might be my favorite coupling of the series. CHECK IT OUT!

Hey chat. Is it hockey time yet?

As I watch my cat laze in a sun puddle with all her worries taken care of, I can't help but think that we really whiffed as a species.

@sarahlovesgeno.bsky.social here is a sentence I just texted a friend: I bet Juuse Saros doesn't take this much shit for being short.

Sometimes I just get really tired of beating the allegations.

I don't have commitment issues. I always commit to the bit.

Never seen a less Vegas player in my liFE, but go off, I guess.

THEY'RE KEEPING MY BOYS TOGETHER 😭

I wish my name was Sebastian because Bash as a nickname is dope as hell.

All the NHL trades are happening (as the prophecy foretold) and every one of them has gone: THEM?! TO THERE?! FOR THAT??!

Happy birthday, Jaden Schwartz! @seattlekraken.com

I don't know if I'm emotionally prepared for this Kraken shake up. @buoy.seattlekraken.com hold me 🥺

Sometimes I wonder if my name is a prophecy or if it shapes me instead.

All my chats have gone silent for the evening and the only conclusion I can reasonably draw is that everyone hates me.

GET READY TO GET DRAWN, NERD.

SCREAMING.

The only person I'm happy for is Sergei Bobrovsky. The rest can kick rocks.

Gru in the Olympics! Everybody clap!

[Exit King.]

Honestly, Darcy Kuemper was so disrespected.

I looked up rhubarb ONCE. WEEKS ago. To verify the poisonous characteristics. And now I'm still getting so much targeted rhubarb content. Big rhubarb. Please. Free me.

A man at hockey has told me my mask is too "pretty" and it's not "intimidating". First. I painted it myself, thank you. Second, I'm 5'4. I was not put on this earth to be physically intimidating. I was put on this earth to lull you into a false sense of security. I'm a siren, bruh.

A colleague just referred to today as Hump Day and I realized it had been a WHILE since I had heard someone call it that. Are we still calling it that?

Any food is breakfast food as long as you put the word breakfast in front of it. Breakfast pizza. Breakfast casserole. Breakfast salt water taffy.