Kimberly Vanderhorst
@kymburlee.bsky.social
AuDHD author of poetry, prose, and magic.
Thinks you’re lovely and wants to tell you so. Book in link. 📖 🇨🇦 🏳️🌈 she/her/hers
https://linktr.ee/kimberlyvanderhorst
Thinks you’re lovely and wants to tell you so. Book in link. 📖 🇨🇦 🏳️🌈 she/her/hers
https://linktr.ee/kimberlyvanderhorst
Right? I made it into a tiny story, but it begs to be expanded upon. 😅
October 23, 2025 at 3:02 AM
Right? I made it into a tiny story, but it begs to be expanded upon. 😅
Could not agree more. 🫣
September 7, 2025 at 2:50 AM
Could not agree more. 🫣
My bookmark is resting at the beginning of chapter 47 today. Wild. Absolutely wild.
I am both wary and excited to learn what the pages of the upcoming year will hold for me and my dear ones. ❤️
I am both wary and excited to learn what the pages of the upcoming year will hold for me and my dear ones. ❤️
August 19, 2025 at 3:42 PM
My bookmark is resting at the beginning of chapter 47 today. Wild. Absolutely wild.
I am both wary and excited to learn what the pages of the upcoming year will hold for me and my dear ones. ❤️
I am both wary and excited to learn what the pages of the upcoming year will hold for me and my dear ones. ❤️
No cheating. Your last saved celebrity photo is your therapist. Who is it?
… this should go well
[I suspect James would actually be brilliant at therapizing. I’m totally down for this.]
… this should go well
[I suspect James would actually be brilliant at therapizing. I’m totally down for this.]
August 3, 2025 at 5:09 AM
No cheating. Your last saved celebrity photo is your therapist. Who is it?
… this should go well
[I suspect James would actually be brilliant at therapizing. I’m totally down for this.]
… this should go well
[I suspect James would actually be brilliant at therapizing. I’m totally down for this.]
Found this random scrap of writing in my Google drive just now and, while I can tell I wrote it, I‘m a bit baffled as to … why?
Maybe it’s a story-seed that will bloom at some future date, or maybe it’ll only ever be a scrap of random hilarity. 😅
Maybe it’s a story-seed that will bloom at some future date, or maybe it’ll only ever be a scrap of random hilarity. 😅
May 9, 2025 at 9:39 PM
Found this random scrap of writing in my Google drive just now and, while I can tell I wrote it, I‘m a bit baffled as to … why?
Maybe it’s a story-seed that will bloom at some future date, or maybe it’ll only ever be a scrap of random hilarity. 😅
Maybe it’s a story-seed that will bloom at some future date, or maybe it’ll only ever be a scrap of random hilarity. 😅
My profile pic was a few years old and I found it to be lacking. It didn’t show the silverings and roundings of age quite so well as reality does. Or the way the light catches in the corner of my glasses as if kissing me there.
Forty-six years old and daring to like myself again. The audacity.
Forty-six years old and daring to like myself again. The audacity.
May 9, 2025 at 7:37 PM
My profile pic was a few years old and I found it to be lacking. It didn’t show the silverings and roundings of age quite so well as reality does. Or the way the light catches in the corner of my glasses as if kissing me there.
Forty-six years old and daring to like myself again. The audacity.
Forty-six years old and daring to like myself again. The audacity.
Luna (three-year-old poodle cross): *lies on the couch and whimpers despondently*
me: Aww. What do you want, hun? Just go and get it, silly girl.
also me: *realizes I need to take my own good advice* 🙃
me: Aww. What do you want, hun? Just go and get it, silly girl.
also me: *realizes I need to take my own good advice* 🙃
May 5, 2025 at 8:32 PM
Luna (three-year-old poodle cross): *lies on the couch and whimpers despondently*
me: Aww. What do you want, hun? Just go and get it, silly girl.
also me: *realizes I need to take my own good advice* 🙃
me: Aww. What do you want, hun? Just go and get it, silly girl.
also me: *realizes I need to take my own good advice* 🙃
me: Anthropomorphizing breakfast foods is fun!
also me: You shouldn’t post food pics. Geez. Some people have NO eggs and here you are bragging that you have TWO.
me: ...
my stomach: Would you two shut up and eat your damn breakfast already?
also me: You shouldn’t post food pics. Geez. Some people have NO eggs and here you are bragging that you have TWO.
me: ...
my stomach: Would you two shut up and eat your damn breakfast already?
April 3, 2025 at 3:26 PM
me: Anthropomorphizing breakfast foods is fun!
also me: You shouldn’t post food pics. Geez. Some people have NO eggs and here you are bragging that you have TWO.
me: ...
my stomach: Would you two shut up and eat your damn breakfast already?
also me: You shouldn’t post food pics. Geez. Some people have NO eggs and here you are bragging that you have TWO.
me: ...
my stomach: Would you two shut up and eat your damn breakfast already?
Have literally tripled my usual sales figures since becoming active in social media #poetry communities like the one here. Thank you, lovelies. 🥹
If you’re so inclined, please leave links to your fav poetry books—yours included if you have one—so I can spend my well-gotten gains immediately.
If you’re so inclined, please leave links to your fav poetry books—yours included if you have one—so I can spend my well-gotten gains immediately.
March 13, 2025 at 2:13 AM
Have literally tripled my usual sales figures since becoming active in social media #poetry communities like the one here. Thank you, lovelies. 🥹
If you’re so inclined, please leave links to your fav poetry books—yours included if you have one—so I can spend my well-gotten gains immediately.
If you’re so inclined, please leave links to your fav poetry books—yours included if you have one—so I can spend my well-gotten gains immediately.
My husband started selling my book at his office, and sometimes I come to bed and find money waiting for me.
This is slightly odd (the finding money in one’s bed part) but mostly lovely. He hasn’t actually read the book—poetry isn’t really his thing—so he found a different way to support me.
This is slightly odd (the finding money in one’s bed part) but mostly lovely. He hasn’t actually read the book—poetry isn’t really his thing—so he found a different way to support me.
February 26, 2025 at 7:39 AM
My husband started selling my book at his office, and sometimes I come to bed and find money waiting for me.
This is slightly odd (the finding money in one’s bed part) but mostly lovely. He hasn’t actually read the book—poetry isn’t really his thing—so he found a different way to support me.
This is slightly odd (the finding money in one’s bed part) but mostly lovely. He hasn’t actually read the book—poetry isn’t really his thing—so he found a different way to support me.
