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poetry and ghosts
l'appel du vide
half feral, half neurotic, mostly erratic
l'appel du vide
half feral, half neurotic, mostly erratic
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thought daughter musings and poetry sometimes referencing:
drugs and drug use
death and dying
mania and depression
trauma and ptsd
if you are under 21, stay away from me. please and thanks.
thought daughter musings and poetry sometimes referencing:
drugs and drug use
death and dying
mania and depression
trauma and ptsd
if you are under 21, stay away from me. please and thanks.
everyone is talking about their Spotify Wrapped.
i'm over here still talking about eating the radioactive shrimp and getting raptured.
i'm over here still talking about eating the radioactive shrimp and getting raptured.
December 3, 2025 at 8:06 PM
everyone is talking about their Spotify Wrapped.
i'm over here still talking about eating the radioactive shrimp and getting raptured.
i'm over here still talking about eating the radioactive shrimp and getting raptured.
dear men,
can you not?
sincerely,
can you not?
sincerely,
October 14, 2025 at 9:27 PM
dear men,
can you not?
sincerely,
can you not?
sincerely,
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Jim Henson would've been 89 years old today. Commemorate his life and legacy by celebrating creativity, diversity, imagination, peace, and just plain silliness.
Walk with me a bit while I talk about Jim and his work--and leave your comments about what he means to you.
Right this way. /1
Walk with me a bit while I talk about Jim and his work--and leave your comments about what he means to you.
Right this way. /1
September 24, 2025 at 12:29 PM
Jim Henson would've been 89 years old today. Commemorate his life and legacy by celebrating creativity, diversity, imagination, peace, and just plain silliness.
Walk with me a bit while I talk about Jim and his work--and leave your comments about what he means to you.
Right this way. /1
Walk with me a bit while I talk about Jim and his work--and leave your comments about what he means to you.
Right this way. /1
somebody please buy me a Yoohoo and the new Hollow Knight game. thanks. 🥺
September 4, 2025 at 1:49 PM
somebody please buy me a Yoohoo and the new Hollow Knight game. thanks. 🥺
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#OtD 25 Aug 1996 a coalition of working poor, unemployed and homeless Philadelphians working with the Kensington Welfare Rights Union organised a campaign opposing state and national welfare cuts. The campaign lasted until June 1997 stories.workingclasshistory.com/article/9717...
August 25, 2025 at 1:25 PM
#OtD 25 Aug 1996 a coalition of working poor, unemployed and homeless Philadelphians working with the Kensington Welfare Rights Union organised a campaign opposing state and national welfare cuts. The campaign lasted until June 1997 stories.workingclasshistory.com/article/9717...
i hate the sun for putting a stop to the perfect melancholy of night,
bursting forth from the horizon, greedy for attention.
i have the bad blood that fights the chill of dawn,
dragging myself across these empty streets.
i am a storyteller;
the moon is my companion.
bursting forth from the horizon, greedy for attention.
i have the bad blood that fights the chill of dawn,
dragging myself across these empty streets.
i am a storyteller;
the moon is my companion.
August 21, 2025 at 2:03 PM
i hate the sun for putting a stop to the perfect melancholy of night,
bursting forth from the horizon, greedy for attention.
i have the bad blood that fights the chill of dawn,
dragging myself across these empty streets.
i am a storyteller;
the moon is my companion.
bursting forth from the horizon, greedy for attention.
i have the bad blood that fights the chill of dawn,
dragging myself across these empty streets.
i am a storyteller;
the moon is my companion.
shrimp scream electric on aisle 17
August 20, 2025 at 12:23 PM
shrimp scream electric on aisle 17
follow the trail of crumbs, the crumbs of celestial static.
hold on to the secret truth. i refuse to follow the white rabbit.
i only care for the riddles of cats.
hold on to the secret truth. i refuse to follow the white rabbit.
i only care for the riddles of cats.
August 19, 2025 at 8:11 PM
follow the trail of crumbs, the crumbs of celestial static.
hold on to the secret truth. i refuse to follow the white rabbit.
i only care for the riddles of cats.
hold on to the secret truth. i refuse to follow the white rabbit.
i only care for the riddles of cats.
someday everyone will realize just how right about everything Bryn Jones was.
August 12, 2025 at 7:17 PM
someday everyone will realize just how right about everything Bryn Jones was.
the dopamine addict
itching for a serotonin fix,
gazing into a sonder mirror,
the craving for opia hits.
itching for a serotonin fix,
gazing into a sonder mirror,
the craving for opia hits.
August 12, 2025 at 2:42 PM
the dopamine addict
itching for a serotonin fix,
gazing into a sonder mirror,
the craving for opia hits.
itching for a serotonin fix,
gazing into a sonder mirror,
the craving for opia hits.
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gentle 02
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July 25, 2025 at 8:35 PM
gentle 02
prints to usa: www.inprnt.com/gallery/guil...
t-shirts, prints and much more to usa, europe and oceania: www.redbubble.com/shop/ap/1609...
prints to usa: www.inprnt.com/gallery/guil...
t-shirts, prints and much more to usa, europe and oceania: www.redbubble.com/shop/ap/1609...
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A beautiful little moment. Photo from my collection, ca. 1950s.
July 25, 2025 at 6:30 AM
A beautiful little moment. Photo from my collection, ca. 1950s.
found the words "don't be such a sad bitch all the time" written on the underside of my desk
July 23, 2025 at 12:14 AM
found the words "don't be such a sad bitch all the time" written on the underside of my desk
" The moon weeping says 'I want to be an orange' "
July 18, 2025 at 12:43 AM
" The moon weeping says 'I want to be an orange' "
i never paid much attention to abandoned buildings until i became one myself.
July 16, 2025 at 9:04 PM
i never paid much attention to abandoned buildings until i became one myself.
the desire for connection is just so strong at 4am
and i don't even know where to start
there are so many holes in my seams, there are so many secret places that are just so dark, deep ocean places
and there so many words that are stuck inside my skin that i don't know how to bleed out
and i don't even know where to start
there are so many holes in my seams, there are so many secret places that are just so dark, deep ocean places
and there so many words that are stuck inside my skin that i don't know how to bleed out
July 16, 2025 at 8:03 PM
the desire for connection is just so strong at 4am
and i don't even know where to start
there are so many holes in my seams, there are so many secret places that are just so dark, deep ocean places
and there so many words that are stuck inside my skin that i don't know how to bleed out
and i don't even know where to start
there are so many holes in my seams, there are so many secret places that are just so dark, deep ocean places
and there so many words that are stuck inside my skin that i don't know how to bleed out
feel free to forget it all and get stoned.
the world knows i am not the easiest person to love.
all i can do now is remain a phantom among phantoms. a shadow a hundred times more shadowy than that shifty shape in your bedroom corner at 3am.
the world knows i am not the easiest person to love.
all i can do now is remain a phantom among phantoms. a shadow a hundred times more shadowy than that shifty shape in your bedroom corner at 3am.
July 3, 2025 at 6:06 PM
feel free to forget it all and get stoned.
the world knows i am not the easiest person to love.
all i can do now is remain a phantom among phantoms. a shadow a hundred times more shadowy than that shifty shape in your bedroom corner at 3am.
the world knows i am not the easiest person to love.
all i can do now is remain a phantom among phantoms. a shadow a hundred times more shadowy than that shifty shape in your bedroom corner at 3am.
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an unctuous mass wholly free from bones
July 3, 2025 at 10:47 AM
an unctuous mass wholly free from bones
Reposted by ghosts and all
Coloration is a delicate dance in nature. A vivid signal can attract a mate — and a predator.
www.quantamagazine.org/when-did-nat...
www.quantamagazine.org/when-did-nat...
July 2, 2025 at 3:46 PM
Coloration is a delicate dance in nature. A vivid signal can attract a mate — and a predator.
www.quantamagazine.org/when-did-nat...
www.quantamagazine.org/when-did-nat...
vegan chile rellenos. flower. the god molecule. nirvana. really soft t-shirts. lots of writing and lots of mind wandering. this is how summer 2025 goes.
July 1, 2025 at 8:30 PM
vegan chile rellenos. flower. the god molecule. nirvana. really soft t-shirts. lots of writing and lots of mind wandering. this is how summer 2025 goes.
this won't make sense. but perhaps as a side effect of certain activities, i realized i have been, for so long, living two separate lives. so much so, i was able to keep one of them entirely from myself as well as everyone else. now i see it and i am so fucked.
June 30, 2025 at 6:34 PM
this won't make sense. but perhaps as a side effect of certain activities, i realized i have been, for so long, living two separate lives. so much so, i was able to keep one of them entirely from myself as well as everyone else. now i see it and i am so fucked.
as the sun fell beyond the land,
two figures waited, hand in hand.
walking down the line, out of her mind,
elation afire in the depths of brown eyes,
a sardonic smile creasing her lips,
trembling, waiting for bliss;
sunlight faded as streetlight bloomed,
they explored the city, just the two.
two figures waited, hand in hand.
walking down the line, out of her mind,
elation afire in the depths of brown eyes,
a sardonic smile creasing her lips,
trembling, waiting for bliss;
sunlight faded as streetlight bloomed,
they explored the city, just the two.
June 30, 2025 at 2:58 PM
as the sun fell beyond the land,
two figures waited, hand in hand.
walking down the line, out of her mind,
elation afire in the depths of brown eyes,
a sardonic smile creasing her lips,
trembling, waiting for bliss;
sunlight faded as streetlight bloomed,
they explored the city, just the two.
two figures waited, hand in hand.
walking down the line, out of her mind,
elation afire in the depths of brown eyes,
a sardonic smile creasing her lips,
trembling, waiting for bliss;
sunlight faded as streetlight bloomed,
they explored the city, just the two.
i blamed my brain, and i tried all manner of things
to adjust its delicate balance of neuroelectrochemical readiness;
but i've learned to recognize
less is more. nevertheless,
those experiences left me with a strange ache in my soul
and a passion to keep asking questions
to adjust its delicate balance of neuroelectrochemical readiness;
but i've learned to recognize
less is more. nevertheless,
those experiences left me with a strange ache in my soul
and a passion to keep asking questions
June 9, 2025 at 5:34 PM
i blamed my brain, and i tried all manner of things
to adjust its delicate balance of neuroelectrochemical readiness;
but i've learned to recognize
less is more. nevertheless,
those experiences left me with a strange ache in my soul
and a passion to keep asking questions
to adjust its delicate balance of neuroelectrochemical readiness;
but i've learned to recognize
less is more. nevertheless,
those experiences left me with a strange ache in my soul
and a passion to keep asking questions