Holly Owlet (She/They)
@hlyann
(UK) Gen-Y, old soul, AuDHD, EUPD/MDD, CPTSD, ME/CFS. Creative, introverted, queer WLW, owlet, wordsmith. Rants & overshares.
When your cat's software crashes and you're waiting for the reboot.
Not all heroes wear capes , some just float with a tail that’s trying its best.
When you find a emotional support sheep that takes its job VERY seriously, sending solidarity to , All in felt hugsssss&flowerss!
Happy 66th, Mum! Or should I say, your 12th annual attempt at convincing the world you're only 12 at heart... As always, I’ve come through with the usual suspects: flowers, a dash of creativity, and never the kind of cake that needs a forklift ,instead, a perfectly-sized masterpiece. I love you!
Talk to us like we’re human beings with real needs , respect our dignity, answer our questions, and offer help. Don’t treat us like an inconvenience or a problem to be swept under the rug. Be understanding then threatening!!
When you accidentally make eye contact with someone across the room and now you're both stuck in the ‘Do we smile or pretend it didn’t happen?’ saga
I see a whole world outside these windows, but I'm just a one-human kind of kitty, so I'm staying put right here with them.
And when your daughter shares those eyes and she reaches for the light the way you always did, I feel you there. Not gone so much as carried forward, an echo that lives on in her.
Two glass-shaped pals just trying to roll through this wildly intricate and perpetually misunderstood existence.
Don’t quit know how to be back on social media to be honest, it was nice being away from it. Trying to work out my mindset and where I carry myself in this matrix world. Keeping up the fight to not end one’s life is still actively seeking its limits. Add pointless purchases!
Sorted , you know it’s summer when you’re living off , Slushies and ice lollies for days survival kit. Just need someone to call for ‘emotional support’ when I forget how cold brain freeze is.
Crisis T/Psych Liaison: So, they’re like, 'How do you feel after trying to ruin your own existence?' and I’m over here like, 'Surprisingly refreshed. Might do it again tomorrow!'
behind it lost, trapped, and aching to be more than this frightened echo. ((I’m so upside down))
Pretty sure I’ve hit my existential limit on Soreen consumption.
It’s April, I’ve turned 32, my mood’s circling the drain, coping skills on life support , but hey, I was loitering on Amazon, found that Katy Hessel book I’ve been eyeing, and threw in dark chocolate for morale. That's self-care, right?
Murphy, old chum, hope you’re lounging like a lord, as happy as those ecstatic paws that always jumped for joy at your arrival!
My beautiful little girl , shinning like the echos of your mums whiskers and eyes. Reminding me of her presence always.
patient denied any current suicidal thoughts and there was no immediate danger, noting that the risk is chronic. Sorry? , But Where did I deny no suicidal ideation? , Alongside chronic not being an issue.
days went soft the brain’s mutter reduced to a distant room A flower to hush the hurry let earth do the keeping, leaves the law nature as a small, unfussy home breath measured, palms on soil the present held like a hand , steady, unimpressed
Baby girl, may you always look up for love and comfort , and may you always see your kitty mum glaring back, demanding respect in her fluffy throne up-above , Always!
Can we take a moment to truly appreciate this delightful little creation? A handmade mouse, delicately crafted with charming attention to detail, holding a tiny "Mum Buntin". Shen Loved it of course.