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depression but in the past 

Last year I found an old journal. It had been written in 2014. I don't remember writing it.

But every page was filled with me berating myself for being a failure, day after day of increasingly messy, depressed scrawlings as I hated myself more and more and more. One page had "why am I such a fucking failure" written on it in huge, practically illegible letters.

I still get thoughts like that, but.... that was a horrible time. I'm glad I'm not there anymore.

fun fact: as ungulates, each fully grown adult deer has at least two eyes!

heard from the other room (fictional death) 

The sounds of people screaming and wailing, and police sirens in the distance

And @LottieVixen , giggling

@chao@chitter.xyz see you later, cutie!

enjoy the moistening ♥

straggling witches alight, in ones and twos, streaming toward the horizon. behind them, the town's lights wink off in sync with the exodus.

eventually there's only starlight, and the guttering blue flicker of the gate's massive torches.

in the distance, a witch calls a missing cat; she soon ascends skyward, a furry head peering from her satchel. she spots you looking on.

"everything well, sister?"
"as well as can be; i suppose. i'll be on my way, just taking one last look."
"i understand. blessed be, friend, and farewell."
"you, too. goodbye."

as you finally prepare to fly, you're still thinking of the expression on her face, and the sound of her voice.

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