ⱺ𝖿 𝐑ⱺⱺ𝗍 & 𝐌ⱺⱺ𐓣ᥣ𝗂𝗀ɦ𝗍
@amongtheferns.bsky.social
𝕴 ᥲm ᑲ᥆𝗍һ 𝗍һᥱ s᥆іᥣ 𝗍һᥲ𝗍 ᑲᥙrіᥱძ mᥱ ᥲᥒძ 𝗍һᥱ ᑲᥣ᥆᥆m 𝗍һᥲ𝗍 rᥱ𝖿ᥙsᥱძ 𝗍᥆ sᥙrrᥱᥒძᥱr.
Keeping it cozy and chaos-free: no politics, no drama, just good vibes.
Keeping it cozy and chaos-free: no politics, no drama, just good vibes.
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The world is not cruel
It is only the cruelty of some
That make it seem so
So wherever you find softness
Hold it, my friend
Hold it as if it were a found prayer
And you still believed in religion
It is only the cruelty of some
That make it seem so
So wherever you find softness
Hold it, my friend
Hold it as if it were a found prayer
And you still believed in religion
October 14, 2023 at 1:34 PM
The world is not cruel
It is only the cruelty of some
That make it seem so
So wherever you find softness
Hold it, my friend
Hold it as if it were a found prayer
And you still believed in religion
It is only the cruelty of some
That make it seem so
So wherever you find softness
Hold it, my friend
Hold it as if it were a found prayer
And you still believed in religion
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imagine hating me and i'm just over here trying to shrink myself so i can live in a dollhouse
November 23, 2025 at 5:14 PM
imagine hating me and i'm just over here trying to shrink myself so i can live in a dollhouse
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sorry we lost touch over the years
~me, to reality
~me, to reality
November 23, 2025 at 4:37 AM
sorry we lost touch over the years
~me, to reality
~me, to reality
She moves through her days like a haunted house, each room echoing the life she lost. Illness etched its warnings into her skin, carved out the softness she once carried so easily. She wonders if happiness is a ghost; something she can feel in the dark but may never hold again.
November 23, 2025 at 5:01 PM
She moves through her days like a haunted house, each room echoing the life she lost. Illness etched its warnings into her skin, carved out the softness she once carried so easily. She wonders if happiness is a ghost; something she can feel in the dark but may never hold again.
I’m unraveling in slow, uneven threads, stumbling through the wreckage of promises I kept believing. The floor keeps shifting, hands that should’ve held me never did - not in the ways I needed. I don’t know the map, or the next step - but I’m pulling myself up with torn hands, choosing myself.
November 23, 2025 at 4:49 PM
I’m unraveling in slow, uneven threads, stumbling through the wreckage of promises I kept believing. The floor keeps shifting, hands that should’ve held me never did - not in the ways I needed. I don’t know the map, or the next step - but I’m pulling myself up with torn hands, choosing myself.
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Motions long hard tides
Stopping by shallow rides
Salted ripples transluce
Sluciing needs returns
Cycling into sciences
Deep blues-n-greens
Realities intense scenes
Pacific Ocean's Trails
Stopping by shallow rides
Salted ripples transluce
Sluciing needs returns
Cycling into sciences
Deep blues-n-greens
Realities intense scenes
Pacific Ocean's Trails
November 14, 2025 at 5:29 PM
Motions long hard tides
Stopping by shallow rides
Salted ripples transluce
Sluciing needs returns
Cycling into sciences
Deep blues-n-greens
Realities intense scenes
Pacific Ocean's Trails
Stopping by shallow rides
Salted ripples transluce
Sluciing needs returns
Cycling into sciences
Deep blues-n-greens
Realities intense scenes
Pacific Ocean's Trails
Tired of lying in the sunshine,
staying home to watch the rain
And you are young and life is long, and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run,
you missed the starting gun 🎶🎶
staying home to watch the rain
And you are young and life is long, and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run,
you missed the starting gun 🎶🎶
November 15, 2025 at 2:52 AM
Tired of lying in the sunshine,
staying home to watch the rain
And you are young and life is long, and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run,
you missed the starting gun 🎶🎶
staying home to watch the rain
And you are young and life is long, and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run,
you missed the starting gun 🎶🎶
Dark flowers open in the dusk,
petals heavy with silence.
They lean toward nothing,
as if the world
has turned its face away.
I stand among them,
feeling myself thin at the edges
a quiet proof of being forgotten,
never enough to be held.
petals heavy with silence.
They lean toward nothing,
as if the world
has turned its face away.
I stand among them,
feeling myself thin at the edges
a quiet proof of being forgotten,
never enough to be held.
November 14, 2025 at 9:02 PM
Dark flowers open in the dusk,
petals heavy with silence.
They lean toward nothing,
as if the world
has turned its face away.
I stand among them,
feeling myself thin at the edges
a quiet proof of being forgotten,
never enough to be held.
petals heavy with silence.
They lean toward nothing,
as if the world
has turned its face away.
I stand among them,
feeling myself thin at the edges
a quiet proof of being forgotten,
never enough to be held.
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Get off your moral high horse unless you're leading us into battle
November 12, 2025 at 12:59 AM
Get off your moral high horse unless you're leading us into battle
Say what you will, but there is nothing quite like a Dead show 🌹💀⚡️
November 11, 2025 at 9:50 PM
Say what you will, but there is nothing quite like a Dead show 🌹💀⚡️
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todays redwoods appreciation
November 10, 2025 at 5:06 PM
todays redwoods appreciation
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Reposted by ⱺ𝖿 𝐑ⱺⱺ𝗍 & 𝐌ⱺⱺ𐓣ᥣ𝗂𝗀ɦ𝗍
As I like to say, whatthefuckever.
November 10, 2025 at 2:39 PM
As I like to say, whatthefuckever.
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Reposted by ⱺ𝖿 𝐑ⱺⱺ𝗍 & 𝐌ⱺⱺ𐓣ᥣ𝗂𝗀ɦ𝗍
I prefer to be real.
October 15, 2025 at 5:57 PM
I prefer to be real.
reggae Monday rolls in sweet and slow
bassline hums where good vibes flow
sunrise rhythm, hearts set free
one love drifting across the sea
troubles fade, the beat will stay
irie spirit to start the day 🎶
bassline hums where good vibes flow
sunrise rhythm, hearts set free
one love drifting across the sea
troubles fade, the beat will stay
irie spirit to start the day 🎶
November 10, 2025 at 4:39 PM
reggae Monday rolls in sweet and slow
bassline hums where good vibes flow
sunrise rhythm, hearts set free
one love drifting across the sea
troubles fade, the beat will stay
irie spirit to start the day 🎶
bassline hums where good vibes flow
sunrise rhythm, hearts set free
one love drifting across the sea
troubles fade, the beat will stay
irie spirit to start the day 🎶
Morning glows on bare skin,
breath warms the space between
the sun learns our rhythm ☀️
breath warms the space between
the sun learns our rhythm ☀️
November 10, 2025 at 3:21 PM
Morning glows on bare skin,
breath warms the space between
the sun learns our rhythm ☀️
breath warms the space between
the sun learns our rhythm ☀️
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I’m rehearsing for Thanksgiving by crying hysterically while eating mashed potatoes with my hands.
November 9, 2025 at 1:06 AM
I’m rehearsing for Thanksgiving by crying hysterically while eating mashed potatoes with my hands.
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Could use a little vitamin sea
November 10, 2025 at 12:08 AM
Could use a little vitamin sea
