An Inkling of Cats

A writer's relationship with their own work goes: this is genius, this is garbage, this is genius, this is garbage, i should never have been born, okay actually this line is good

ever since i was a little girl i knew i wanted to deny location sharing and turn off personalized ads and reject all non-essential cookies and not set up siri and face ID

i'm gonna go to leather bars and start calling myself a biker instead of a cyclist.

can more losers reblog this please where are my fellow No’s

i think the elon musk nazi salute thing will always be this little "2020s in a nutshell" moment for me. the adl taking the time off their busy schedule of noting every instance of someone saying "free palestine" as an antisemitic hatecrime to swoop in and reassure everyone that was definitely not a nazi salute as mr "judeobolshevik shadow elites are transing our children to advance white genocide? interesting. looking into it" would never

something about Toy Story toys is so strange to me. versions of animated characters based on real world toys, turned back into toys that are slightly different than the actual toys. slinky dog with a rubber spiral instead of a classic metal slinky. the porcelain bo peep and cloth woody turned into jointed plastic action figures. when toy story 4 came out and i saw a $30 talking action figure of forky, a character made out of a spork and a pipe cleaner, i stood in the walmart toy aisle staring at it like cameron from ferris bueller's day off staring at that painting in the art museum

last time we were visiting my partner’s parents his mom was trying to teach his dad how to emoji react in the text thread with his jazz band and from the other room we just hear this long suffering “WHY would i EVER want to reply to that message with a PICTURE OF A PIANO”

just got a call from the american psychiatric association. you old dogs, i said, picking up on the first ring. how many times i gotta tell you to lose this number. i don’t want you coming around here anymore. “listen, toots, we’ve been doing some thinking,” they says, and i says, guess there’s a first time for everything. “you’re a real funny dame, sugardoll. reviewing criticism, we’ve determined that the biggest issue with our previous diagnostic and statistic manuals of mental disorders is the anonymity of it all. we’ve been circling around a vague figure of the mentally well without defining the traits of a mentally well person. there’s no personality. what we need is a cute broad with a couple opinions to model the psychological norm.” so i’m saying back up and give it to me straight: i’m the new standard of sanity? can i get that in writing? and they say, “as the american psychiatric association we hereby state that you are the baseline and any deviations from your personality are deviations from the very concept of sanity, at least in the united states psychiatric system.” they’re making it public tomorrow. it’s a nice gig, if you really want to know. never thought they’d let a woman do it.