Was sobbing in a crazy way in the bathroom about to get ready for my shower this morning because of how Puppycat’s vet bills are going to financially devastate me, but then I caught the pump in my shoulders and was like… Queen Never Cry

Truly a slay for the culture of aesthetics that I seem to be unable to detangle myself from.

A cat having cancer is so crazy, like what ever do you meannnnnnn. All other bothers faded into the background as a result though. So funny how that works. A friend pisses me off < I think I’m getting fired from work < My little guy needs an expensive procedure… like, life is continuing, continuing.