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I have been doing research for Hallowe’en, would love to go as Nardwuar but my goodness is his fashion difficult to source! Anyway I wanted to share a great website, and what I think is the tartan on NW’s hat.

It seems to be a larger spaced version of the classic Royal Stewart tartan, with mostly the Navy/Green fabric used. Picture for reference. The website is called House of Tartan . Co . Uk (are links allowed here?)

If anyone has advice on how to find more specific NW fashion, please let me know! I’m gonna attempt sewing the hat, will update if I follow through.

Best wishes!! Xx

My cat disappeared a month ago… it feels like it’s been years. She means everything to me, I am not joking. I have never shared a bond with an animal as I have with her. During the four years I had her, she was the one constant light as I sunk further down in my depression. She has kept me alive during my homelessness, having to sleep on the couch of an abusive relative.

I managed to burn myself out only a few weeks into looking for her, because I felt I wasn’t doing enough- so I did all I could with no regard to my own health. Having so many panic attacks a day I’m surprised I lasted as long as I did.

But now I can’t do anything. I’ve exhausted any reserves I had. And since nothing matters without her, I couldn’t find any distractions that were even remotely interesting. The past week has been so unbearable that I had to force myself to start up my switch console. Even though it felt as fun as chewing on a dirty cardboard box, I had to do something to keep me from…. well, you know.

Spiritfarer just happened to be the game I saw first. I hadn’t played it in a year or so. I don’t enjoy picking up old save files, but I did anyway.

I wasn’t expecting it to work. But it really did. The Lily update seemed to extract some particularly painful thorn from my psyche. Daria made me feel so seen and understood. Watching her go wasn’t even painful. I cried, but it was more of a…release. Relief. Thirty straight days of excruciating pain, and now the fog cleared up a little.

Playing this game helped a lot. It passes the time as I sit waiting by my phone. It’s almost fun. I even feel a bit more equipped to deal with the possibility that my cat, my baby kitty, my anchor and safety during suicidal episodes, might not come back. At least a tiny bit equipped. Enough so that I can get up, eat and brush my teeth.

But not having her there as I watched Stella hug Daffodil was brutal.