Jeremy
@floregonian.com
Born and raised in Oregon. NJ fortunate after two decades in SoFla. Married, with two beautiful kids. He/him. Soupiosexual.
A roly-poly little bat-faced guy.
ALT profile: a white man with short light brown hair is looking up to his right.
Endymionic AF.
A roly-poly little bat-faced guy.
ALT profile: a white man with short light brown hair is looking up to his right.
Endymionic AF.
Pinned
Jeremy
@floregonian.com
· Oct 9
Bluesky really started to hum for me when I got these settings dialed in.
I hate being useless but sometimes I just am. That isn’t me feeling sorry for myself. That’s just how the universe rolls. Sometimes nothing *I* do can help.
November 27, 2025 at 4:56 AM
I hate being useless but sometimes I just am. That isn’t me feeling sorry for myself. That’s just how the universe rolls. Sometimes nothing *I* do can help.
Reposted by Jeremy
Reposted by Jeremy
That’s me
I think
when I see my youngest
trip and stumble
but catch herself and not fall.
Clumsy, yes,
but also a hero
a genius of balance.
We make our own trouble.
We save our own skin.
It is a relief that when
I passed on
my awkwardness,
I also delivered miracles.
I think
when I see my youngest
trip and stumble
but catch herself and not fall.
Clumsy, yes,
but also a hero
a genius of balance.
We make our own trouble.
We save our own skin.
It is a relief that when
I passed on
my awkwardness,
I also delivered miracles.
How you feel when you see your kids do something physical that must be genetic
November 27, 2025 at 3:14 AM
That’s me
I think
when I see my youngest
trip and stumble
but catch herself and not fall.
Clumsy, yes,
but also a hero
a genius of balance.
We make our own trouble.
We save our own skin.
It is a relief that when
I passed on
my awkwardness,
I also delivered miracles.
I think
when I see my youngest
trip and stumble
but catch herself and not fall.
Clumsy, yes,
but also a hero
a genius of balance.
We make our own trouble.
We save our own skin.
It is a relief that when
I passed on
my awkwardness,
I also delivered miracles.
Reposted by Jeremy
If love were audible it would
snore like the dog, snuggled
against my leg in this bed, taking
more than her fair share
of space, except
her fair share is everywhere and
everything. She gives
me her affection and her
attention. She is waiting
at the door for me
when I come home. She is
perfect.
snore like the dog, snuggled
against my leg in this bed, taking
more than her fair share
of space, except
her fair share is everywhere and
everything. She gives
me her affection and her
attention. She is waiting
at the door for me
when I come home. She is
perfect.
If love were audible
November 26, 2025 at 4:17 AM
If love were audible it would
snore like the dog, snuggled
against my leg in this bed, taking
more than her fair share
of space, except
her fair share is everywhere and
everything. She gives
me her affection and her
attention. She is waiting
at the door for me
when I come home. She is
perfect.
snore like the dog, snuggled
against my leg in this bed, taking
more than her fair share
of space, except
her fair share is everywhere and
everything. She gives
me her affection and her
attention. She is waiting
at the door for me
when I come home. She is
perfect.
The wind is making the house shake
November 27, 2025 at 3:51 AM
The wind is making the house shake
One of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me
You're a really lovely basic bitch!
November 27, 2025 at 3:43 AM
One of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me
I am the simplest of men
And I’m more than okay with that
And I’m more than okay with that
November 27, 2025 at 3:41 AM
I am the simplest of men
And I’m more than okay with that
And I’m more than okay with that
Absence
is not an ending.
In the space
in between,
he is there,
she is there,
they are there.
In memory but also
in silence
in breath
in the way I hold the knife
in the way I turn this phrase
in my way I choose to remember
and in that way this will
not end.
is not an ending.
In the space
in between,
he is there,
she is there,
they are there.
In memory but also
in silence
in breath
in the way I hold the knife
in the way I turn this phrase
in my way I choose to remember
and in that way this will
not end.
Absence is not an ending.
November 27, 2025 at 3:30 AM
Absence
is not an ending.
In the space
in between,
he is there,
she is there,
they are there.
In memory but also
in silence
in breath
in the way I hold the knife
in the way I turn this phrase
in my way I choose to remember
and in that way this will
not end.
is not an ending.
In the space
in between,
he is there,
she is there,
they are there.
In memory but also
in silence
in breath
in the way I hold the knife
in the way I turn this phrase
in my way I choose to remember
and in that way this will
not end.
We are sixty
percent water.
We should be more.
Soup is life.
percent water.
We should be more.
Soup is life.
Something about how it feels to eat soup
November 27, 2025 at 3:24 AM
We are sixty
percent water.
We should be more.
Soup is life.
percent water.
We should be more.
Soup is life.
Some snacks are for us.
Some snacks are one step too far.
Sometimes we can’t know.
Some snacks are one step too far.
Sometimes we can’t know.
Butterscotch pudding tasting caramel flavored Lays potato chips for a limited time only u wrap holiday snacks!
November 27, 2025 at 3:19 AM
Some snacks are for us.
Some snacks are one step too far.
Sometimes we can’t know.
Some snacks are one step too far.
Sometimes we can’t know.
Folded
open.
A mess.
Perfect.
Delicious.
Tacos.
open.
A mess.
Perfect.
Delicious.
Tacos.
November 27, 2025 at 3:16 AM
Folded
open.
A mess.
Perfect.
Delicious.
Tacos.
open.
A mess.
Perfect.
Delicious.
Tacos.
That’s me
I think
when I see my youngest
trip and stumble
but catch herself and not fall.
Clumsy, yes,
but also a hero
a genius of balance.
We make our own trouble.
We save our own skin.
It is a relief that when
I passed on
my awkwardness,
I also delivered miracles.
I think
when I see my youngest
trip and stumble
but catch herself and not fall.
Clumsy, yes,
but also a hero
a genius of balance.
We make our own trouble.
We save our own skin.
It is a relief that when
I passed on
my awkwardness,
I also delivered miracles.
How you feel when you see your kids do something physical that must be genetic
November 27, 2025 at 3:14 AM
That’s me
I think
when I see my youngest
trip and stumble
but catch herself and not fall.
Clumsy, yes,
but also a hero
a genius of balance.
We make our own trouble.
We save our own skin.
It is a relief that when
I passed on
my awkwardness,
I also delivered miracles.
I think
when I see my youngest
trip and stumble
but catch herself and not fall.
Clumsy, yes,
but also a hero
a genius of balance.
We make our own trouble.
We save our own skin.
It is a relief that when
I passed on
my awkwardness,
I also delivered miracles.
Nobody
ever
grimly
spritzes
a
corpse.
Spritzing is not a thing to do lightly.
But grim is a choice.
And sometimes
if we are lucky
even while we mourn
life lost
we celebrate
life
lived.
ever
grimly
spritzes
a
corpse.
Spritzing is not a thing to do lightly.
But grim is a choice.
And sometimes
if we are lucky
even while we mourn
life lost
we celebrate
life
lived.
Why did I read this and decide that “nobody ever grimly spritzes a corpse” would make a really interesting first line in a novel? Like, I wanna read this book…
November 27, 2025 at 3:10 AM
Nobody
ever
grimly
spritzes
a
corpse.
Spritzing is not a thing to do lightly.
But grim is a choice.
And sometimes
if we are lucky
even while we mourn
life lost
we celebrate
life
lived.
ever
grimly
spritzes
a
corpse.
Spritzing is not a thing to do lightly.
But grim is a choice.
And sometimes
if we are lucky
even while we mourn
life lost
we celebrate
life
lived.
Aloof elf.
Dwarf friend.
Archer,
expert at balance.
Why do you float
above the known
world
the way you do?
Come drink with us,
fair beauty.
Come laugh.
Come be.
Dwarf friend.
Archer,
expert at balance.
Why do you float
above the known
world
the way you do?
Come drink with us,
fair beauty.
Come laugh.
Come be.
Legolas
November 27, 2025 at 3:01 AM
Aloof elf.
Dwarf friend.
Archer,
expert at balance.
Why do you float
above the known
world
the way you do?
Come drink with us,
fair beauty.
Come laugh.
Come be.
Dwarf friend.
Archer,
expert at balance.
Why do you float
above the known
world
the way you do?
Come drink with us,
fair beauty.
Come laugh.
Come be.
I remember this
I think,
stopping for a moment
in time, in space, holding
silent and still.
What is this feeling?
Once I felt one
with the world.
Once I knew what
all of it meant.
I think,
stopping for a moment
in time, in space, holding
silent and still.
What is this feeling?
Once I felt one
with the world.
Once I knew what
all of it meant.
That feeling when you taste something nostalgic but you've forgotten why it's nostalgic
November 27, 2025 at 2:53 AM
I remember this
I think,
stopping for a moment
in time, in space, holding
silent and still.
What is this feeling?
Once I felt one
with the world.
Once I knew what
all of it meant.
I think,
stopping for a moment
in time, in space, holding
silent and still.
What is this feeling?
Once I felt one
with the world.
Once I knew what
all of it meant.
Each of us, an echo
loud enough
even as a reflection
that you hear us.
Bounce back
they say
and we do.
loud enough
even as a reflection
that you hear us.
Bounce back
they say
and we do.
Each of us, an echo
November 27, 2025 at 2:50 AM
Each of us, an echo
loud enough
even as a reflection
that you hear us.
Bounce back
they say
and we do.
loud enough
even as a reflection
that you hear us.
Bounce back
they say
and we do.
That’s mine,
I said to my twin
when we fought
over any old thing any
little old thing.
We were best
friends, fierce
enemies, and every
toy, every book, every resource
felt like it was the last.
Love is not zero sum.
Family is not zero sum.
Now we live with
a continent
between
us.
I said to my twin
when we fought
over any old thing any
little old thing.
We were best
friends, fierce
enemies, and every
toy, every book, every resource
felt like it was the last.
Love is not zero sum.
Family is not zero sum.
Now we live with
a continent
between
us.
How you relate to something you owned as a child vs how you relate to it now.
November 27, 2025 at 2:43 AM
That’s mine,
I said to my twin
when we fought
over any old thing any
little old thing.
We were best
friends, fierce
enemies, and every
toy, every book, every resource
felt like it was the last.
Love is not zero sum.
Family is not zero sum.
Now we live with
a continent
between
us.
I said to my twin
when we fought
over any old thing any
little old thing.
We were best
friends, fierce
enemies, and every
toy, every book, every resource
felt like it was the last.
Love is not zero sum.
Family is not zero sum.
Now we live with
a continent
between
us.
More poetry prompts, please
If love were audible it would
snore like the dog, snuggled
against my leg in this bed, taking
more than her fair share
of space, except
her fair share is everywhere and
everything. She gives
me her affection and her
attention. She is waiting
at the door for me
when I come home. She is
perfect.
snore like the dog, snuggled
against my leg in this bed, taking
more than her fair share
of space, except
her fair share is everywhere and
everything. She gives
me her affection and her
attention. She is waiting
at the door for me
when I come home. She is
perfect.
If love were audible
November 27, 2025 at 2:33 AM
More poetry prompts, please
Reposted by Jeremy
Tell me something lovely
November 27, 2025 at 12:39 AM
Tell me something lovely
Tell me something lovely
November 27, 2025 at 12:39 AM
Tell me something lovely
Anyway, how y’all doing?
November 27, 2025 at 12:23 AM
Anyway, how y’all doing?
Tagliatelle carbonara tonight, bebes
November 26, 2025 at 11:59 PM
Tagliatelle carbonara tonight, bebes
