💚Heather💚
@msanxiety.bsky.social
#NSFW 🚫Minors;DNI. 🚫MAGA;DNI. 34 yr old Married Mom. Bisexual. Cowboys/Chiefs Football fan. Love WWE Wrestling. I smoke a lot of weed. Cashapp:$heatherrr091. #BLM #LGBTQ+Ally🏳️🌈🏳️⚧️
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Opinionated bitch. Obviously Liberal.
🚫DM unless you pay $5 fee.
Opinionated bitch. Obviously Liberal.
Pinned
*first day in Hell*
Me: I was told there was a special place for me here.
Me: I was told there was a special place for me here.
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*first day in Hell*
Me: I was told there was a special place for me here.
Me: I was told there was a special place for me here.
November 28, 2025 at 11:04 PM
*first day in Hell*
Me: I was told there was a special place for me here.
Me: I was told there was a special place for me here.
People really suck sometimes.
December 3, 2025 at 4:36 AM
People really suck sometimes.
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Never escaping my comfort zone ever again.
December 2, 2025 at 4:07 AM
Never escaping my comfort zone ever again.
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Guess I'm just in my feelings today. I'm emotional after all.
December 2, 2025 at 7:33 PM
Guess I'm just in my feelings today. I'm emotional after all.
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I love poetry and poems and poets.
I don't write much anymore, but maybe I should start again. Maybe it's the therapy I need to get me back to myself.
I don't write much anymore, but maybe I should start again. Maybe it's the therapy I need to get me back to myself.
December 2, 2025 at 7:39 PM
I love poetry and poems and poets.
I don't write much anymore, but maybe I should start again. Maybe it's the therapy I need to get me back to myself.
I don't write much anymore, but maybe I should start again. Maybe it's the therapy I need to get me back to myself.
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I thought maybe I just needed a friend. Maybe I just need an outlet. Something to calm my mind & set me free.
December 2, 2025 at 7:47 PM
I thought maybe I just needed a friend. Maybe I just need an outlet. Something to calm my mind & set me free.
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All I can do is be better tomorrow than I was today.
December 2, 2025 at 2:34 PM
All I can do is be better tomorrow than I was today.
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My mental health is kind of trash right now.
December 3, 2025 at 3:15 AM
My mental health is kind of trash right now.
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You may only raise your voice at me if you've seen my butthole.
November 13, 2024 at 10:08 PM
You may only raise your voice at me if you've seen my butthole.
My mental health is kind of trash right now.
December 3, 2025 at 3:15 AM
My mental health is kind of trash right now.
I thought maybe I just needed a friend. Maybe I just need an outlet. Something to calm my mind & set me free.
December 2, 2025 at 7:47 PM
I thought maybe I just needed a friend. Maybe I just need an outlet. Something to calm my mind & set me free.
I love poetry and poems and poets.
I don't write much anymore, but maybe I should start again. Maybe it's the therapy I need to get me back to myself.
I don't write much anymore, but maybe I should start again. Maybe it's the therapy I need to get me back to myself.
December 2, 2025 at 7:39 PM
I love poetry and poems and poets.
I don't write much anymore, but maybe I should start again. Maybe it's the therapy I need to get me back to myself.
I don't write much anymore, but maybe I should start again. Maybe it's the therapy I need to get me back to myself.
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The pipes froze that winter
from a bubble of air
refusing to allow the oil to pass.
The propane fireplace & hot Pastichio
& a lambswool throw & fingers
intertwined in a young love &
hot cocoa spiked with “I do’s”
& the silky smooth skin
of lovers caught in an ice age
kept us warm that winter.
from a bubble of air
refusing to allow the oil to pass.
The propane fireplace & hot Pastichio
& a lambswool throw & fingers
intertwined in a young love &
hot cocoa spiked with “I do’s”
& the silky smooth skin
of lovers caught in an ice age
kept us warm that winter.
December 2, 2025 at 12:09 PM
The pipes froze that winter
from a bubble of air
refusing to allow the oil to pass.
The propane fireplace & hot Pastichio
& a lambswool throw & fingers
intertwined in a young love &
hot cocoa spiked with “I do’s”
& the silky smooth skin
of lovers caught in an ice age
kept us warm that winter.
from a bubble of air
refusing to allow the oil to pass.
The propane fireplace & hot Pastichio
& a lambswool throw & fingers
intertwined in a young love &
hot cocoa spiked with “I do’s”
& the silky smooth skin
of lovers caught in an ice age
kept us warm that winter.
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And puff
The magic dragon
Said to go down in a fit of smoke
A masquerade of meaning
Shrouding
Dead grave matter mind
One or two, the difference few
Best make it quick
Dethrone my wick
Find me while I sleep
Over these next two hours
Employ my tools
My evil weapons
My murky deceit
So encompassing
The magic dragon
Said to go down in a fit of smoke
A masquerade of meaning
Shrouding
Dead grave matter mind
One or two, the difference few
Best make it quick
Dethrone my wick
Find me while I sleep
Over these next two hours
Employ my tools
My evil weapons
My murky deceit
So encompassing
December 2, 2025 at 4:22 PM
And puff
The magic dragon
Said to go down in a fit of smoke
A masquerade of meaning
Shrouding
Dead grave matter mind
One or two, the difference few
Best make it quick
Dethrone my wick
Find me while I sleep
Over these next two hours
Employ my tools
My evil weapons
My murky deceit
So encompassing
The magic dragon
Said to go down in a fit of smoke
A masquerade of meaning
Shrouding
Dead grave matter mind
One or two, the difference few
Best make it quick
Dethrone my wick
Find me while I sleep
Over these next two hours
Employ my tools
My evil weapons
My murky deceit
So encompassing
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But if the cause be not good, the King himself hath a heavy reckoning to make, when all those legs, and arms, and heads, chopp’d off in a battle, shall join together at the latter day and cry all, “We died at such a place”
December 2, 2025 at 3:02 PM
But if the cause be not good, the King himself hath a heavy reckoning to make, when all those legs, and arms, and heads, chopp’d off in a battle, shall join together at the latter day and cry all, “We died at such a place”
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Falling
Asleep?
Falling
Toward
Train?
Light
Horizon
Serenity?
Incendiary.
Asleep?
Falling
Toward
Train?
Light
Horizon
Serenity?
Incendiary.
December 2, 2025 at 7:07 PM
Falling
Asleep?
Falling
Toward
Train?
Light
Horizon
Serenity?
Incendiary.
Asleep?
Falling
Toward
Train?
Light
Horizon
Serenity?
Incendiary.
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Corpseflower world
What copse is this
Broken burning
Just light my wick
I’ll burn so bright
On my way down
Dissolve in justice
In strife newfound
Collapse and be
A holding thing
Pattern with purpose
Space quilt which sits
I’ll hold up sky
And life and meaning
I’ll be your rye
To thresh for eating
What copse is this
Broken burning
Just light my wick
I’ll burn so bright
On my way down
Dissolve in justice
In strife newfound
Collapse and be
A holding thing
Pattern with purpose
Space quilt which sits
I’ll hold up sky
And life and meaning
I’ll be your rye
To thresh for eating
December 2, 2025 at 7:13 PM
Corpseflower world
What copse is this
Broken burning
Just light my wick
I’ll burn so bright
On my way down
Dissolve in justice
In strife newfound
Collapse and be
A holding thing
Pattern with purpose
Space quilt which sits
I’ll hold up sky
And life and meaning
I’ll be your rye
To thresh for eating
What copse is this
Broken burning
Just light my wick
I’ll burn so bright
On my way down
Dissolve in justice
In strife newfound
Collapse and be
A holding thing
Pattern with purpose
Space quilt which sits
I’ll hold up sky
And life and meaning
I’ll be your rye
To thresh for eating
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Behind word and meaning
Plausibly denied, you hide
My true-toned muse
My source of spirit
A clock across
A time atilt
You glide and shine
You make gold mine
I’m sorry still
For all the hurt
I hate it all
The ties I burnt
My gold it isn’t-
Belonging to you;
My songs my muse,
Patched color and hue.
Plausibly denied, you hide
My true-toned muse
My source of spirit
A clock across
A time atilt
You glide and shine
You make gold mine
I’m sorry still
For all the hurt
I hate it all
The ties I burnt
My gold it isn’t-
Belonging to you;
My songs my muse,
Patched color and hue.
December 2, 2025 at 7:18 PM
Behind word and meaning
Plausibly denied, you hide
My true-toned muse
My source of spirit
A clock across
A time atilt
You glide and shine
You make gold mine
I’m sorry still
For all the hurt
I hate it all
The ties I burnt
My gold it isn’t-
Belonging to you;
My songs my muse,
Patched color and hue.
Plausibly denied, you hide
My true-toned muse
My source of spirit
A clock across
A time atilt
You glide and shine
You make gold mine
I’m sorry still
For all the hurt
I hate it all
The ties I burnt
My gold it isn’t-
Belonging to you;
My songs my muse,
Patched color and hue.