Katherine FitzHywel

I can answer this one. The president of the United States is dangerously psychotic and no one in his political party will say it, nor will 95% of American media.

Screaming into a pillow #sketchbook #art #oilpainting

92/100 Freesia
#nier_automata #a2

Personal drawing of a wolf that reads ‘Burnout’

I am so tired.

Well what if you slept through the time where everything was fine? How would you know nothing was wrong

an orange cat reclining in a pile of blankets in a dark room. he is absolutely screaming

It is between late night and early morning. Time to sing the song of my people to make sure everyone knows nothing is wrong

Georgia was skating to MORTAL KOMBAT at the Olympics exhibition gala

😸 🫡 Shall do. I need some ordering sometimes. 😅

My brain does not like to stop no matter what it's doing. But that one was pretty intense. I still feel like my body went through something physical. I checked though no live wires... 😅

(I just woke up again and that was waiting as a thread I hadn't posted. I just completely crashed before hitting Post All. I think I tried, there were a few blank extra posts. Fumbling on the way down I guess.)

Wishful thinking. I need to sleep and hold on.

Reality and my brain started sparking. I had to get to her first. Then one almighty crash shattering with electric force. I was sent flying back, jolting awake, holding my sore, tingling head and face, pain, a massive sense of loss. I don't feel like I'm in the right world.

The world around melted away and I was on that hillside, sparce, and a man I know waa there. I felt safe and happy and aware that I waa reliving just a small nice moment. Kroshka was gone but I knew where she was. I was relieved to be there but half aware and half comforted. It started sparking.

I got them off but the door was closed. An acquaintance opened a door in Japan. I'm catsitting. A tabby cat I know walked downstairs and was hissing at a black tuxedo cat. I tried to calm her. I saw Kroshka behind the two cats, watching, so I picked her up, holding her to me. She was soft and warm.

They had big abdomens and were black and brown and a rusty orange. I peeled them free and angled towards flowers and trees but some didm't want to go. White fluffy peacock / biblical angel ones were skittering about flapping feathery wings. A dark black shiny one was crawling around my arn to hide.

I was trying to get through an inset door while talking but I realised I had walked through thick spiderwebs and everywhere I turned there were more. I waa trying to talk without letting on about the spiders, while trying to get the off me while not hurting them. Wrapped in all sorts of big spiders.

I was trying to secure everything and the phone started ringing so I had to get up and leave it all. It was my Dad demanding to know why I rang. I said it was about the hairdresser but he said he didn't need to use the hairdresser. I was explaining that was ok and just leave it until he did.

But then I was suddenly wrenched through a door and it was current but I was having to do the usual packing but there was also a test and also I had tp put all my stuff in the bathroom but I had to move it around so everyone could still use the bathroom. I had to rush because people were coming.

In part of the dream before that I found I had stored a whole lot of things I thought I lost at a friend's place in Brisbane. I was talking to them about how happy I was all these things were there - like clay ornaments I had made of dragons and things and old rainbow clothes all neatly laid out.

The worst thing is I feel like I only have these small fragments of the actual memory. I can't really hold onto it. It was on a hill or mountainside. It's like it got wrenched away and I got shoved back from it. My head's still tingling a bit on the left side from the shock

I just had the worst nightmare, where at the end of it my brain actually showed me a nice memory and just tore it apart so hard that I felt like it gave me an electric shock. I woke up with a jolt and lay clutching my head for a while. And the middle of my back between my shoulderblades still hurts.

I didn't find out anything yet so it's probably nothing, just stress.

Black and White stars projected over a spherical lightshade.

I feel very unwell but probably I'm not really ill. I get to find out on Friday 13th... totally not ominous. I'm tired and sore and washed out. I feel like I'm spread thin... no magical rings though, just a circle of stars overhead. I wish I could just sleep for a few years and wake up in the past.

"What will they say about me as I'm bleeding to death in the street?" @justflintisfine

www.instagram.com/p/DTVRRvrlIT...

I have found that I can'r select images straight up. I need to go to the three dots and browse then select the image from there. Though... there seem to be multiple things going on so this doesn't always work but it's the most success rate of methods I've tried so far.

Star Projector: Andromeda

Star Projector: Andromeda
Brain: Bombeda
I am exhausted

**massive hugs** My deepest sympathies. <3

Nyota I am figurine - girl with white hair and dress curled up with white cat.

Nyoto I am figurine - Dark-haired girl hiding behind white cat poking head and paws out of long cream knit jumper the girl is wearing.