Hey, I’m Kat. I live in my head, write down my thoughts, and share them in the most raw way possible. I hope you enjoy the depths of my sanity. And remember to always be kind.
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Feeling Existential Dread Lately But Trying To Remember My Soul Lives Forever In My Love For Others.
Feeling existential dread lately but trying to remember my soul lives forever in my love for others. I am a water source in a wasteland, life in death.
At least, that’s what I tell myself.
-Excerpts from my stupid brain, Decomposed, 2024
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She felt overwhelmed at that moment. The overflowing love and warmth in her body coated her being in a sense of joy and happiness. It was as if the moment he pulled her back to his body, she knew he would never let her go. He pulled her back and kissed her, deeply. A kiss that conveyed more than words could in that moment.
It was odd, she always felt that words could say more than most other things. Words could bring reality to the pain she felt, to the hurt she endured. But this was different, this feeling was unlike any she had ever experienced with anyone ever. It was new, frighteningly safe, and overwhelmingly warm; a comfort in a person she had never known until now. A safe space in someone she had felt long ago was familiar, and never really got to know until about two and a half years ago.
The love and endearment she felt towards this person, it was amazingly clear, sound. She understood this person as well as she understood the back of her hand; and she stared deeply in his eyes every morning and evening. To love another soul so deeply was risky and vulnerable. But that’s the thing right? When you fall, there’s no coming back. You only have down to go, and once you are at the bottom, you are either alone and wondering how to move forward in the darkness; or cushioned by a soft embrace, one that is never to be experienced again in this life or another.
“To the one who takes my soul, forever yours”, by Kat E🫥
“Latina”, 2018 by Norman Engel
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God doesn’t exist. Because, if he did, he wouldn’t let us live in this unfortunate existence that we live in.
-Excerpts from my stupid brain, what God(s)?, 2024
“You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering.”
— Ernest Hemingway
The Beatles make great music. The sound? Fantastic! Rhythm, instrumentation, quality of recording are all spectacular. But listen, don’t you hear? Those men were sad, melancholy, and totally stoned.
-Excerpts from my stupid brain #27, The Beatles were Stoney-baloney, 2024