There’s no harsher review than your cat scratching the carpet like he’s in the litter box right beside the bowl of a new flavor catfood you’re trying to get him to eat.
Behold: my favorite photo of my cat Zwicky while she is in full gremlin mode. She is the night, a goddess of the cosmos and if you rub her tummy she will be your friend forever.
Instead of hating on art online with comments like “eew this sucks” try some self reflecting I sentences.
For example: I’m so afraid of failing that I envy and hate on everyone who even dares to try
Good morning! As I woke, shaft of sunlight across my torso, I thought, “don’t think so much about chandeliers today,” but by the end of the thought, of course, it was already too late.
Watch enough horror, and you start to have a very clear vision of what level of haunting you would be willing to put up with for what quality of housing.
Instead of celebrating independence with fireworks, why not try:
- 20 questions with an enchanted skull
- tea party with the twig witch
- making mead with dark druids
- crafting patriotic costumes out of moss
- disappearing into the dark forest, and gossiping with owls
