It's Like Being A Healer In An MMO, Saying "Aah Why Did You Die? I Could Have Sworn My Heal Went Through"

every successful or even pleasant social interaction feels like a battle won to me. which is fucked up, but that's where we're at.

but i am glad i made a way to have a few more - and regular - opportunities to even have offline social interactions..!

Me: *Removes my cat from my lap to do something else.*

My cat: Father is...evil? Father is unyielding? Father is incapable of love? I am running away. I am packing my little rucksack and going out to explore the world as a lone vagabond. I can no longer thrive in this household.

im feeling generous on this very sunday its time for another round of slavic catposting

brb going outside to wistfully observe the reflections of the shop lights in the wet streets

“Won’t” is the boldest fucking contraction like it really Did That. Just went for it, no shame.

Windmills and lighthouses are cousins