Yonatan
@ecclesiantics.bsky.social
I'm so grateful for my life regardless if it's happening in a seemingly strange, scary time. Every person to ever walk Earth has been through a similar sort of era.
February 3, 2026 at 6:58 PM
I'm so grateful for my life regardless if it's happening in a seemingly strange, scary time. Every person to ever walk Earth has been through a similar sort of era.
Reposted by Yonatan
Something something sphincter pattern
🤖 image processing for #JWST 🔭 data (URANUS). RGB Filters: 150, 115, 70
PI: El Moutamid, Maryame, program 06379. CRVAL: 50.553172, 18.260831
Credits: NASA, ESA, CSA, STScI.
PI: El Moutamid, Maryame, program 06379. CRVAL: 50.553172, 18.260831
Credits: NASA, ESA, CSA, STScI.
February 2, 2026 at 3:09 PM
Something something sphincter pattern
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Bumblebee with pollen ball comes in for a landing on a Pride of Madeira
#photography #art, #macrophotography
#flowers #bees
#photography #art, #macrophotography
#flowers #bees
February 1, 2026 at 8:58 PM
Bumblebee with pollen ball comes in for a landing on a Pride of Madeira
#photography #art, #macrophotography
#flowers #bees
#photography #art, #macrophotography
#flowers #bees
I press post with my middle finger
Down bad and hard capacitor lingers
Vibrate the dictate as a tiger tiggers
Inclined to divine the narrow figures
Sign the time to marrow bootlickers
Slicked back the leather sack
And grapple a pistol
Mouth drown the spray and make you little sisters
Down bad and hard capacitor lingers
Vibrate the dictate as a tiger tiggers
Inclined to divine the narrow figures
Sign the time to marrow bootlickers
Slicked back the leather sack
And grapple a pistol
Mouth drown the spray and make you little sisters
February 1, 2026 at 8:56 PM
I press post with my middle finger
Down bad and hard capacitor lingers
Vibrate the dictate as a tiger tiggers
Inclined to divine the narrow figures
Sign the time to marrow bootlickers
Slicked back the leather sack
And grapple a pistol
Mouth drown the spray and make you little sisters
Down bad and hard capacitor lingers
Vibrate the dictate as a tiger tiggers
Inclined to divine the narrow figures
Sign the time to marrow bootlickers
Slicked back the leather sack
And grapple a pistol
Mouth drown the spray and make you little sisters
Missin my vampiress who can dismiss the glisten and suck as I listen to the sound arisen, bubbles foamin—fizzin
February 1, 2026 at 8:47 PM
Missin my vampiress who can dismiss the glisten and suck as I listen to the sound arisen, bubbles foamin—fizzin
The North invaded the South with this prickly temperature. Feels half-assed without any snowballs to speak of
February 1, 2026 at 8:40 PM
The North invaded the South with this prickly temperature. Feels half-assed without any snowballs to speak of
I wish for the tear ducts and fluid to create an ocean in an hour, that sort of flooding despair of power, the sort salt that makes the earth sour, the sort of wave that makes things cower, the sort of ache that takes days to flower, the sort of face to erase the towers, a pain to absorb what's ours
February 1, 2026 at 7:02 PM
I wish for the tear ducts and fluid to create an ocean in an hour, that sort of flooding despair of power, the sort salt that makes the earth sour, the sort of wave that makes things cower, the sort of ache that takes days to flower, the sort of face to erase the towers, a pain to absorb what's ours
I'm the baby who wouldn't milk
And perished
I'm the soldier who crossed the line
And perished
I'm the leaf who refused the Sun
And perished
I'm the ant who left his hill
And perished
I'm the whale who beached the sand
And perished
I'm the crow who hovered a road
And perished
I am all that lived and—
And perished
I'm the soldier who crossed the line
And perished
I'm the leaf who refused the Sun
And perished
I'm the ant who left his hill
And perished
I'm the whale who beached the sand
And perished
I'm the crow who hovered a road
And perished
I am all that lived and—
February 1, 2026 at 6:56 PM
I'm the baby who wouldn't milk
And perished
I'm the soldier who crossed the line
And perished
I'm the leaf who refused the Sun
And perished
I'm the ant who left his hill
And perished
I'm the whale who beached the sand
And perished
I'm the crow who hovered a road
And perished
I am all that lived and—
And perished
I'm the soldier who crossed the line
And perished
I'm the leaf who refused the Sun
And perished
I'm the ant who left his hill
And perished
I'm the whale who beached the sand
And perished
I'm the crow who hovered a road
And perished
I am all that lived and—
The idea that something material, like a hot latte or iced green tea, can resolve an unresolvable feeling is as a religion conjured for a moment, an ideology of a momentary sort, and our momentum toward such moments can be analyzed into infinity by aliens who take interest over puzzled primates.
February 1, 2026 at 6:51 PM
The idea that something material, like a hot latte or iced green tea, can resolve an unresolvable feeling is as a religion conjured for a moment, an ideology of a momentary sort, and our momentum toward such moments can be analyzed into infinity by aliens who take interest over puzzled primates.
My soul fires my body indiscriminately like an artillery shell into the day, and my mind is left as a talking head with words that never quite describe the splendour and horror of it all.
February 1, 2026 at 6:45 PM
My soul fires my body indiscriminately like an artillery shell into the day, and my mind is left as a talking head with words that never quite describe the splendour and horror of it all.
Americunt
She changed, they lament
Arms open wide for workers
In chains, contracts, or hopes
She changed, they repress
Her guerillas and muskets
The crown-clinking bayonets
She changed, I repent
That Dream, a bitter blaspheme
For she never gave it up freely
Never so meekly nor bi-weekly
#poetry
She changed, they lament
Arms open wide for workers
In chains, contracts, or hopes
She changed, they repress
Her guerillas and muskets
The crown-clinking bayonets
She changed, I repent
That Dream, a bitter blaspheme
For she never gave it up freely
Never so meekly nor bi-weekly
#poetry
January 31, 2026 at 1:11 AM
Americunt
She changed, they lament
Arms open wide for workers
In chains, contracts, or hopes
She changed, they repress
Her guerillas and muskets
The crown-clinking bayonets
She changed, I repent
That Dream, a bitter blaspheme
For she never gave it up freely
Never so meekly nor bi-weekly
#poetry
She changed, they lament
Arms open wide for workers
In chains, contracts, or hopes
She changed, they repress
Her guerillas and muskets
The crown-clinking bayonets
She changed, I repent
That Dream, a bitter blaspheme
For she never gave it up freely
Never so meekly nor bi-weekly
#poetry
Everybody's a gangster until a puppy starts nibbling at their ears
January 31, 2026 at 12:46 AM
Everybody's a gangster until a puppy starts nibbling at their ears
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Gloria Swanson in Manhandled (1924)
January 30, 2026 at 8:33 PM
Gloria Swanson in Manhandled (1924)
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Stunning words by Michael Dubois.
January 29, 2026 at 1:08 AM
Stunning words by Michael Dubois.
[12] So I concluded there is nothing better than to be happy and enjoy ourselves as long as we can. [13] And people should eat and drink and enjoy the fruits of their labor, for these are gifts from God.
Ecclesiastes 3:12-13 NLT
Ecclesiastes 3:12-13 NLT
January 27, 2026 at 2:44 PM
[12] So I concluded there is nothing better than to be happy and enjoy ourselves as long as we can. [13] And people should eat and drink and enjoy the fruits of their labor, for these are gifts from God.
Ecclesiastes 3:12-13 NLT
Ecclesiastes 3:12-13 NLT
The shift from feeling life is quickly going nowhere to feeling life slowly going somewhere is about the greatest gift one could ever receive. The old voice that says "Hurry up!” and ”It's pointless!" isn't the best friend but a necessary one all the same.
January 22, 2026 at 2:57 PM
The shift from feeling life is quickly going nowhere to feeling life slowly going somewhere is about the greatest gift one could ever receive. The old voice that says "Hurry up!” and ”It's pointless!" isn't the best friend but a necessary one all the same.
Reposted by Yonatan
It's going to be an interesting upcoming Tuesday in #Lakeland #Florida. If you're available, please sign up! #FreeAmericaWalkout
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Lakeland Free America Walkout and sign waving - Polk County
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January 17, 2026 at 7:24 PM
It's going to be an interesting upcoming Tuesday in #Lakeland #Florida. If you're available, please sign up! #FreeAmericaWalkout
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Some mad lad on Substack introduced me to a new phrase, and I realize the icon for this app is in fact a Lorenz attractor.
January 15, 2026 at 2:13 PM
Some mad lad on Substack introduced me to a new phrase, and I realize the icon for this app is in fact a Lorenz attractor.
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Blackeyed Susan
July 21st 2024
July 21st 2024
January 14, 2026 at 4:55 PM
Blackeyed Susan
July 21st 2024
July 21st 2024
I admire the ones who are funnier in less words. Gotta keep the laughs up to offset the torrential tears of our times. What then would be the point of living if it all were doompilled? Our laughter at the establishment is the uplifting of life over the despair our society pumps into our veins. 🎭☯️
January 14, 2026 at 6:14 PM
I admire the ones who are funnier in less words. Gotta keep the laughs up to offset the torrential tears of our times. What then would be the point of living if it all were doompilled? Our laughter at the establishment is the uplifting of life over the despair our society pumps into our veins. 🎭☯️
Although I'd at least use it to do some reverse-coursing in this bitch, I would genuinely be mortified to end up in a Freaky Friday situation with our Supreme Orange. The horror film of the year is right there, Mr. Hollywood 🛎️👋🏼👋🏼👋🏼
January 14, 2026 at 6:02 PM
Although I'd at least use it to do some reverse-coursing in this bitch, I would genuinely be mortified to end up in a Freaky Friday situation with our Supreme Orange. The horror film of the year is right there, Mr. Hollywood 🛎️👋🏼👋🏼👋🏼