Kaya with the skeleton

life tip: don't lose your kilt guy at a folk festival

the answer to the age old question "who do I have to sleep with to get backstage around here?" is conveniently the guy I'm already sleeping with

Eldest Sibling Syndrome is sitting in a train to the other side of the country suddenly struck with horror because does my younger siblings have enough money to buy a shirt at the Harry Styles concert

it seems to help me cope with my anxiety the universe has deposited a fuckton of bunnies for me to look at and be delighted by out of the train window

I keep thinking "oh I'm doing so much better :)" and then I'm not and I'm just so fucking tiredddd

I would really like my nervous system to stop stressing out about the list of manageable tasks I have to do today