god it’s like nobody even cares that [problem i’ve taken great pains to make sure nobody will acknowledge] looks like i have no choice but to make it worse in isolation for reasons i can’t articulate and don’t understand
Knives Out movies are basically a gay southern man helping women/of color get independence and/or revenge from rich people that mistreat them or their family. And I think that is perfect.
the world is a very frightening and confusing place if you are an 11 pound house cat with no responsibilities and an endless supply of food and water and affection and enrichment
the intimacy of sharing feelings and thoughts that were buried deep inside with someone who understands and listens to them patiently and acknowledges them and does not make you feel like you’re too much is everything
being a jack of all trades master of none is actually so awesome bc i can make the shittest clay sculpture and the ugliest drawing and the sloppiest painting and the worst hand stitches and the wonkiest earrings and it’s like. who cares + now im surrounded by lots of different silly things i made with love and care etc
what if everything only gets better from here on out? what if everything works out for us? what if all of our best days are still ahead of us? what if all of our dreams come true?
Concept: it’s Sunday morning, you and I are warm in bed listening to the rain outside, our cats are purring gently on our feet, we have nowhere we have to be and nothing we have to do, and everything is good.
