I probably post it all the time.

But it helps.

There are perfect tiny tufts on the very tips of those ears and really Onyx is just the most perfect.

Here is a recommendation from The Beautiful Onyx, who found this quite captivating, to your cat.

Physical therapy tomorrow morning. I hope something can be done for me. I miss doing Everything. I don’t need to run a marathon, I just want to be able to walk through a thrift store. Or get the mail. Or go to any events with friends. Wait in line. Go to a cemetery! Be able to get things Aldi doesn’t carry. I hate the grocery store but I want the option to say fuck it I am not going because it sucks not because it is Agony to run in for milk.

I’m so so scared this is forever. That I’m already functionally useless in my 30s. I feel like I would rather cut my leg off.

I haven’t felt much like making art and when I do I hate what comes out.

Mailing buttons tomorrow morning after my appointment. It is hard to do even those now. I made some today sitting on my kitchen floor.

chthonicillness:

[holding myself firmly by the neck like a yowling squirming kitten] This Minor Setback Is Not The End Of The World

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princecharmingtobe:

angelwormwood:

angelwormwood:

but if i don’t hyperfixate i’ll get depressed and die

*runs out of hyperfixations* oh god oh fuck *lies in bed feeling empty and useless for 48 hours*

*desperately digs through old hyperfixations* there must be SOMETHING

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