HalcyonSeas
@halcyonseas.bsky.social
She/her, #EmptySpaces microfiction writer.
Likely undertagged; apologies.
https://halcyonseas.carrd.co/
Likely undertagged; apologies.
https://halcyonseas.carrd.co/
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HalcyonSeas
@halcyonseas.bsky.social
· Oct 21
An expanse, apart.
November 14, 2025 at 7:19 PM
Eyes upon eyes, lips upon lips, skin upon skin. You cannot merge, you cannot pull away. You are together, yet separate. Apart evermore by the tyranny of individuality, split by the atoms of cruel indifference.
Want, for eternity.
#emptyspaces
Want, for eternity.
#emptyspaces
November 12, 2025 at 12:02 AM
Eyes upon eyes, lips upon lips, skin upon skin. You cannot merge, you cannot pull away. You are together, yet separate. Apart evermore by the tyranny of individuality, split by the atoms of cruel indifference.
Want, for eternity.
#emptyspaces
Want, for eternity.
#emptyspaces
Release a lifetime's worth of memories, here upon this bed. Dance with me, so that your light may shine, burning ever brighter, burning a hole into the Sun.
#angelposting #emptyspaces
#angelposting #emptyspaces
November 11, 2025 at 11:57 PM
Release a lifetime's worth of memories, here upon this bed. Dance with me, so that your light may shine, burning ever brighter, burning a hole into the Sun.
#angelposting #emptyspaces
#angelposting #emptyspaces
Crush your tomorrows in disdain, in fog and uncertainty, in fear and loathing.
Cherish your yesterdays, in song and rose-wash, in clairvoyance and sensation, in dreams and memories.
Cherish your yesterdays, in song and rose-wash, in clairvoyance and sensation, in dreams and memories.
November 10, 2025 at 2:27 AM
Crush your tomorrows in disdain, in fog and uncertainty, in fear and loathing.
Cherish your yesterdays, in song and rose-wash, in clairvoyance and sensation, in dreams and memories.
Cherish your yesterdays, in song and rose-wash, in clairvoyance and sensation, in dreams and memories.
Reposted by HalcyonSeas
a curse:
may you fall into your head, and never come back out.
may you fall into your head, and never come back out.
November 9, 2025 at 7:45 PM
a curse:
may you fall into your head, and never come back out.
may you fall into your head, and never come back out.
I heard your plight,
And kept the demons out of sight.
And kept the demons out of sight.
November 10, 2025 at 2:07 AM
I heard your plight,
And kept the demons out of sight.
And kept the demons out of sight.
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Reposted by HalcyonSeas
Nothing fills me with a sense of dread quite like the work of artist Chris Van Allsburg. When I was very young, his illustrations terrified me just as much as the ones in Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark, but in a way I didn't even have words to describe yet. He was liminal before liminal was cool
October 25, 2025 at 3:17 AM
Nothing fills me with a sense of dread quite like the work of artist Chris Van Allsburg. When I was very young, his illustrations terrified me just as much as the ones in Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark, but in a way I didn't even have words to describe yet. He was liminal before liminal was cool
Gods' wounds and dogma-shopping
September 18, 2025 at 6:41 PM
Gods' wounds and dogma-shopping
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Post a mage! ✨
September 16, 2025 at 9:42 AM
Post a mage! ✨
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A loss of humanity, for someone, somewhere.
Despite all the horror, all the desensitization, whether grand or miniscule, there is something in one that rages, rages against the dying of the light. The Great Inevitable, the "dirt nap", the final sleep. (1/3)
#emptyspaces #dollposting
Despite all the horror, all the desensitization, whether grand or miniscule, there is something in one that rages, rages against the dying of the light. The Great Inevitable, the "dirt nap", the final sleep. (1/3)
#emptyspaces #dollposting
September 11, 2025 at 3:08 AM
A loss of humanity, for someone, somewhere.
Despite all the horror, all the desensitization, whether grand or miniscule, there is something in one that rages, rages against the dying of the light. The Great Inevitable, the "dirt nap", the final sleep. (1/3)
#emptyspaces #dollposting
Despite all the horror, all the desensitization, whether grand or miniscule, there is something in one that rages, rages against the dying of the light. The Great Inevitable, the "dirt nap", the final sleep. (1/3)
#emptyspaces #dollposting
A forced rest. Autonomic dysfunction. An introduction to the
S P A C E
of it all; nothing more than a popcorn ceiling, but you can see and feel for miles and miles. A richly-decorated internal world. Purple velvet, dark oak, stained glass. (1/4)
#emptyspaces #dollposting
S P A C E
of it all; nothing more than a popcorn ceiling, but you can see and feel for miles and miles. A richly-decorated internal world. Purple velvet, dark oak, stained glass. (1/4)
#emptyspaces #dollposting
September 9, 2025 at 2:27 AM
A forced rest. Autonomic dysfunction. An introduction to the
S P A C E
of it all; nothing more than a popcorn ceiling, but you can see and feel for miles and miles. A richly-decorated internal world. Purple velvet, dark oak, stained glass. (1/4)
#emptyspaces #dollposting
S P A C E
of it all; nothing more than a popcorn ceiling, but you can see and feel for miles and miles. A richly-decorated internal world. Purple velvet, dark oak, stained glass. (1/4)
#emptyspaces #dollposting
August 13, 2025 at 3:05 AM
A fleeing through your body, or perhaps some kind of other autonomic reflex, from your head down to your feet.
All thoughts swept away, left with a foggy crossroad.
#emptyspaces #dollposting
All thoughts swept away, left with a foggy crossroad.
#emptyspaces #dollposting
August 13, 2025 at 2:24 AM
A fleeing through your body, or perhaps some kind of other autonomic reflex, from your head down to your feet.
All thoughts swept away, left with a foggy crossroad.
#emptyspaces #dollposting
All thoughts swept away, left with a foggy crossroad.
#emptyspaces #dollposting
Every word is kindling, your disgusted tone, the match.
Tap dance across the surface of the river, warm and true.
I promise, through happenstance or accident, you're never be a catch.
If only the river weren't so blue.
#emptyspaces #dollposting
Tap dance across the surface of the river, warm and true.
I promise, through happenstance or accident, you're never be a catch.
If only the river weren't so blue.
#emptyspaces #dollposting
August 13, 2025 at 2:14 AM
Every word is kindling, your disgusted tone, the match.
Tap dance across the surface of the river, warm and true.
I promise, through happenstance or accident, you're never be a catch.
If only the river weren't so blue.
#emptyspaces #dollposting
Tap dance across the surface of the river, warm and true.
I promise, through happenstance or accident, you're never be a catch.
If only the river weren't so blue.
#emptyspaces #dollposting
Peace in the deep.
Dissociation is very much like floating in the ocean. Silly rules like air and pressure are not concerns. It's one big gradient, only as far as the sun reaches. But even that giant ball of radiation has limits. Things have all the space to grow down here-
#emptyspaces #dollposting
Dissociation is very much like floating in the ocean. Silly rules like air and pressure are not concerns. It's one big gradient, only as far as the sun reaches. But even that giant ball of radiation has limits. Things have all the space to grow down here-
#emptyspaces #dollposting
June 29, 2025 at 10:51 PM
Peace in the deep.
Dissociation is very much like floating in the ocean. Silly rules like air and pressure are not concerns. It's one big gradient, only as far as the sun reaches. But even that giant ball of radiation has limits. Things have all the space to grow down here-
#emptyspaces #dollposting
Dissociation is very much like floating in the ocean. Silly rules like air and pressure are not concerns. It's one big gradient, only as far as the sun reaches. But even that giant ball of radiation has limits. Things have all the space to grow down here-
#emptyspaces #dollposting
An infinite expanse of possibilities, starting with creation. A million-million pathways, decided upon with each breath, consciously and not.
From the smallest wing-flap to the greatest hurricane.
#emptyspaces #mothposting
From the smallest wing-flap to the greatest hurricane.
#emptyspaces #mothposting
June 19, 2025 at 2:43 AM
An infinite expanse of possibilities, starting with creation. A million-million pathways, decided upon with each breath, consciously and not.
From the smallest wing-flap to the greatest hurricane.
#emptyspaces #mothposting
From the smallest wing-flap to the greatest hurricane.
#emptyspaces #mothposting
The present is an infinitesimal point at which the future changes into the past
June 11, 2025 at 3:58 PM
The present is an infinitesimal point at which the future changes into the past
Hands folded politely in your lap, tea cold on the table between us. Your gaze, too, is elsewhere, preserving what dignity I may have left that hadn't fled in the begging, pleading, and screaming from my lips.
No one will ever be so close, yet so far.
We both made sure of that.
#emptyspaces
No one will ever be so close, yet so far.
We both made sure of that.
#emptyspaces
June 4, 2025 at 2:53 AM
Hands folded politely in your lap, tea cold on the table between us. Your gaze, too, is elsewhere, preserving what dignity I may have left that hadn't fled in the begging, pleading, and screaming from my lips.
No one will ever be so close, yet so far.
We both made sure of that.
#emptyspaces
No one will ever be so close, yet so far.
We both made sure of that.
#emptyspaces
No matter the sweet notes you can coax from the plucked strings. No matter the polished, like-new smell to the furniture, the decor, the bench, the instruments.
You will never remove the memory and heart of Me from it all.
#emptyspaces
You will never remove the memory and heart of Me from it all.
#emptyspaces
June 4, 2025 at 2:45 AM
No matter the sweet notes you can coax from the plucked strings. No matter the polished, like-new smell to the furniture, the decor, the bench, the instruments.
You will never remove the memory and heart of Me from it all.
#emptyspaces
You will never remove the memory and heart of Me from it all.
#emptyspaces
ex libris et vivis
(from books and lives)
(from books and lives)
May 24, 2025 at 4:35 PM
ex libris et vivis
(from books and lives)
(from books and lives)
An unfinished thing, caught between creation and ruin.
#emptyspaces
#emptyspaces
May 23, 2025 at 10:57 PM
An unfinished thing, caught between creation and ruin.
#emptyspaces
#emptyspaces
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An amazing variety of things become edible when you have the proper kind of mouth.
May 23, 2025 at 7:44 PM
An amazing variety of things become edible when you have the proper kind of mouth.