Hefegeist
@jefeweiss.bsky.social
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It's so hard
(sometimes)
to let go
of jealousy
entitlement
insecurity
to be present
to be thankful
(often)
to be content
with imperfection
#poetry
(sometimes)
to let go
of jealousy
entitlement
insecurity
to be present
to be thankful
(often)
to be content
with imperfection
#poetry
November 29, 2025 at 3:57 AM
It's so hard
(sometimes)
to let go
of jealousy
entitlement
insecurity
to be present
to be thankful
(often)
to be content
with imperfection
#poetry
(sometimes)
to let go
of jealousy
entitlement
insecurity
to be present
to be thankful
(often)
to be content
with imperfection
#poetry
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The air was blue, you could hold it in your hand. Blue.
Marguerite Duras, The Lover; tr. Barbara Bray
Marguerite Duras, The Lover; tr. Barbara Bray
November 28, 2025 at 5:18 PM
The air was blue, you could hold it in your hand. Blue.
Marguerite Duras, The Lover; tr. Barbara Bray
Marguerite Duras, The Lover; tr. Barbara Bray
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At a time when we're told to believe white is black and black is white, take time to look beyond the obvious.
Find the sound in the silence and hear the whispers telling you what is real.
Now is a time to be true to who we are, to who, as humans, we are meant to be...
Find the sound in the silence and hear the whispers telling you what is real.
Now is a time to be true to who we are, to who, as humans, we are meant to be...
November 27, 2025 at 2:16 PM
At a time when we're told to believe white is black and black is white, take time to look beyond the obvious.
Find the sound in the silence and hear the whispers telling you what is real.
Now is a time to be true to who we are, to who, as humans, we are meant to be...
Find the sound in the silence and hear the whispers telling you what is real.
Now is a time to be true to who we are, to who, as humans, we are meant to be...
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made a thing.
shop less, shop indie or local.
shop less, shop indie or local.
November 21, 2025 at 9:01 AM
made a thing.
shop less, shop indie or local.
shop less, shop indie or local.
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Other people do not see you at all, but guess at you by uncertain conjectures.
Michel de Montaigne, The Complete Essays; tr. Charles Cotton
Michel de Montaigne, The Complete Essays; tr. Charles Cotton
November 28, 2025 at 8:58 AM
Other people do not see you at all, but guess at you by uncertain conjectures.
Michel de Montaigne, The Complete Essays; tr. Charles Cotton
Michel de Montaigne, The Complete Essays; tr. Charles Cotton
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Strangeness is afoot. Weird shit is doing wonky stuff all willy nilly like
November 25, 2025 at 2:41 PM
Strangeness is afoot. Weird shit is doing wonky stuff all willy nilly like
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Do anything, but let it produce joy.
Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Whitman, Leaves of Grass
November 25, 2025 at 1:00 PM
Do anything, but let it produce joy.
Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Whitman, Leaves of Grass
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made a thing.
if you're reading this, you belong.
if you're reading this, you belong.
November 22, 2025 at 12:16 PM
made a thing.
if you're reading this, you belong.
if you're reading this, you belong.
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blessed be, the thoughts that escape
November 19, 2025 at 12:01 PM
blessed be, the thoughts that escape
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Why does the eye see a thing more clearly in dreams than the imagination when awake?
Leonardo da Vinci
Leonardo da Vinci
November 15, 2025 at 2:16 PM
Why does the eye see a thing more clearly in dreams than the imagination when awake?
Leonardo da Vinci
Leonardo da Vinci
Exist uncertainly
A ball of hope
wound around
what dreams
A ball of hope
wound around
what dreams
November 10, 2025 at 6:34 PM
Exist uncertainly
A ball of hope
wound around
what dreams
A ball of hope
wound around
what dreams
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You seem to say these things
in your own way.
My tongue trips
my pen slips
words swim away
in your own way.
My tongue trips
my pen slips
words swim away
November 9, 2025 at 6:05 AM
You seem to say these things
in your own way.
My tongue trips
my pen slips
words swim away
in your own way.
My tongue trips
my pen slips
words swim away
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Well shone, Moon. Truly, the moon shines with a good grace.
November 6, 2025 at 4:14 AM
Well shone, Moon. Truly, the moon shines with a good grace.
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The luminous light of your soul is really noticeable today homie
August 22, 2023 at 1:56 PM
The luminous light of your soul is really noticeable today homie
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Shut your eyes and see.
James Joyce, Ulysses
James Joyce, Ulysses
October 1, 2025 at 10:19 AM
Shut your eyes and see.
James Joyce, Ulysses
James Joyce, Ulysses
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There's nothing wrong with you.
There's something wrong with the world.
Keep being weird.
Keep howling against the storm.
Keep writing erotic stories about moon ghosts.
Keep being a spark in the darkness, and hope for a better tomorrow.
There's something wrong with the world.
Keep being weird.
Keep howling against the storm.
Keep writing erotic stories about moon ghosts.
Keep being a spark in the darkness, and hope for a better tomorrow.
September 25, 2025 at 11:06 PM
There's nothing wrong with you.
There's something wrong with the world.
Keep being weird.
Keep howling against the storm.
Keep writing erotic stories about moon ghosts.
Keep being a spark in the darkness, and hope for a better tomorrow.
There's something wrong with the world.
Keep being weird.
Keep howling against the storm.
Keep writing erotic stories about moon ghosts.
Keep being a spark in the darkness, and hope for a better tomorrow.
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The symmetry of space is variable.
September 25, 2025 at 4:53 PM
The symmetry of space is variable.
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oh, love
they named me
so many things I am not
and I carried their namings
shoulders besieged by the weight
footsteps heavy enough to crack concrete
till you plucked the words like harp strings
and made me light and music
you asked me which names
I actually belong to
and let me
rest there
#poetry
they named me
so many things I am not
and I carried their namings
shoulders besieged by the weight
footsteps heavy enough to crack concrete
till you plucked the words like harp strings
and made me light and music
you asked me which names
I actually belong to
and let me
rest there
#poetry
September 23, 2025 at 5:01 PM
oh, love
they named me
so many things I am not
and I carried their namings
shoulders besieged by the weight
footsteps heavy enough to crack concrete
till you plucked the words like harp strings
and made me light and music
you asked me which names
I actually belong to
and let me
rest there
#poetry
they named me
so many things I am not
and I carried their namings
shoulders besieged by the weight
footsteps heavy enough to crack concrete
till you plucked the words like harp strings
and made me light and music
you asked me which names
I actually belong to
and let me
rest there
#poetry
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September 24, 2025 at 12:28 PM
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September 23, 2025 at 4:24 PM
I the question and I the questioner
the past a riddle and a struggle to remember
there were too many sides to the story
too many patterns that overlapped
far exceeding my ability to grasp
too many threads to untangle
an unreliable narrator, i
the past a riddle and a struggle to remember
there were too many sides to the story
too many patterns that overlapped
far exceeding my ability to grasp
too many threads to untangle
an unreliable narrator, i
September 23, 2025 at 3:46 PM
I the question and I the questioner
the past a riddle and a struggle to remember
there were too many sides to the story
too many patterns that overlapped
far exceeding my ability to grasp
too many threads to untangle
an unreliable narrator, i
the past a riddle and a struggle to remember
there were too many sides to the story
too many patterns that overlapped
far exceeding my ability to grasp
too many threads to untangle
an unreliable narrator, i