Daughk
@daughk.bsky.social
Unpublished author, basin dweller, self-taught bystander,
It's full of stars.
It's full of stars.
I wish I'd have seen this two months ago, and with your permission, would've attempted to read it at my wife's life celebration.
November 20, 2025 at 7:41 PM
I wish I'd have seen this two months ago, and with your permission, would've attempted to read it at my wife's life celebration.
I can't apologize for all of my ilk. Despise me if you must, but I'll continue to support you when I can.
November 20, 2025 at 6:58 PM
I can't apologize for all of my ilk. Despise me if you must, but I'll continue to support you when I can.
They're not going to get fresher.
November 17, 2025 at 7:28 AM
They're not going to get fresher.
Reposted by Daughk
The man slowly rocked in his chair, the ancient porch wood creaking beneath his weight. He chewed on a piece of hay, then drew it from his lips to spit into the front yard dust. “Fuck them northern lights,” he muttered.
November 13, 2025 at 12:37 AM
The man slowly rocked in his chair, the ancient porch wood creaking beneath his weight. He chewed on a piece of hay, then drew it from his lips to spit into the front yard dust. “Fuck them northern lights,” he muttered.