✨kaimerakat✨

having a headache while hydrated is so unfair. you were supposed to protect me.

PSA: Just a friendly reminder that whenever you start a creative project, you will invariably hit a phase where the Thing™️ appears horrendous and you start asking existential questions. But if you keep working, it invariably passes and starts to resemble something less like the devil’s vomit. Doesn’t matter if it’s art, writing, or what–this happens repeatedly. Carry on.

when i say “that reminds me” & theres zero connection you just have to take my word for it theres no time to explain

attaching something to an email is so scary. what if i accidentally put hard-core porn in there. i don't think i have any downloaded but what if i do and i attached it to the email. what then.

cats always step precisely on your most sensitive areas when theyre crawling on you lovingly for cuddles. bladder dick ovaries boobs stomach bruise it doesnt matter. they have homing devices on their paws for the exact area you’re most tender at the moment and they put their full weight into that step. and sometimes they might keep their stance midstride so theyre just standing there forever forcing you to endure the pain. because they are simply too cute to get mad at

need him to be sooo weird about me

3. you can also pretend you’re a deep sea predator pretending to be aquatic plant life drifting in the currents to attract prey

Kids today need to learn how to pull the evil taffy.

4. Brush away the spiderwebs in the vast and mysterious crypt you're exploring

I’m kinda feeling a bit of everything these days and also nothing

I can do it. I can write a chapter. I am capable of putting sentences together. I know what a comma is. I am Aware of the Character.

gonna be honest i don’t know how many more ‘enter the 6 digit code we sent to your phone’s i got left in me

the Cc in emails stands for Cuck chair

god it would be awesome if the human brain could just ignore an upsetting thing instead of constantly wandering back to it for no fucking reason