there’s a new potent drug called “the bed” out on the streets. just one hit of the damn thing and you’re passed out cold, tucked in, multiple blankies, honking and shooing for hours. scary stuff.
the “humans are inherently selfish” fanclub can genuinely and in all honesty go to hell. i once came back from a school yard where the kids had heaped piles of leaves and cut wildflowers on a narrow strip of grass bc a bee had died. i actually want to cry.
Puppy Affirmations
Every time I feel weak and useless and broken and ruined and abnormal and a failure because I’m chronically ill/disabled/crippled/mentally ill/depressed/anxious/trans/non-binary/queer/fatigued/overweight/”not pretty enough”/”too old” or whatever…
I try to remember to see myself NOT as a failed adult human, but as a puppy who’s doing their best. And I give myself the compassion I would give a puppy. I wouldn’t hate a puppy for needing a nap or being unable to carry two bags of groceries home. I wouldn’t force a puppy to write perfectly beautiful calligraphy or try to teach it to paint photorealistic oil paintings.
Puppies need love and support!
Rest in peace, Pixel. You were really cute.
no i don’t have an “astigmatism” i can just see the halos of the angels that live in car head lights that you losers are too spiritually closed off to see