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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God Doesnt Exist. Because, If He Did, He Wouldnt Let Us Live In This Unfortunate Existence That We Live
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
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The idea of juxtaposition, that is what makes me curious and want to be alive. The idea of life and death, opposing things always in a balance. The yin and yang of existence. All things in life have another side to the coin, each apart of the other. It’s beautiful, and haunting, and lovely, and sad, and mad and crazy. Everything in life is amazing if you experience it the way it’s meant to be lived.
But that’s also so scary. To always be taking a risk in being alive, for your abundant joy could easily crack and make room for maddening unhappiness.
The balance of these things; these emotions are the tricky part of it all. And when your brain is so in tuned with the emotions of others, how can you possibly navigate your own head.
-Excerpts from my stupid brain, Quips & Musings, 2024
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
"is this too cliche?" who cares? bro, write what you have fun writing. stuff your manuscript full of your favourite tropes. the same themes you love. all inspired by things you grew up with. do it all. go off. load. it. up. be freeeee
the artist's job is to communicate the noncommunicable
one of my teachers told me that but i had forgotten. like anything i've forgotten only to find again somewhere unexpected, it made me think. mostly about how perfectionism affects how i make art and. something clicked for the first time.?
there's no perfection. i cannot and will not reach perfection, my work will never be perfect and so i'm asking myself like. what's the point right? what's the point
but- hear me out for a minute okay- what if the point is to make it anyway? to look at perfection, to know it is impossible to achieve and to make it anyway? to attempt to communicate something that happened only once and will never happen again?
that's the point, i think. to try. that's the point.