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Damien 🦇
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Barely social, still breathing, haunted by old movies and better manners. I fade in occasionally, never on cue.

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Not everybody from Twitter should defect to bluesky. There should be some sort of test. I came here to get away from those people.
Congratulations on your goddamn cherries.
November 17, 2025 at 3:32 PM
I was going to eulogize my stepfather—but he was complicit. Still, it’s been 20 years since I’ve written a eulogy, and I’m amused by the idea. Maybe tomorrow, after I’ve sat with this for a while.
November 16, 2025 at 8:03 AM
As of this writing, Elvis Presley remains dead.
November 16, 2025 at 8:00 AM
They’re all witches.
November 16, 2025 at 7:54 AM
Easy to love, hard to forget, lots of donuts.
November 16, 2025 at 7:54 AM
Sleep sweetly suckers.
November 16, 2025 at 7:04 AM
I’ve never seen a bunch of Christians work so hard to take food away from people.
November 8, 2025 at 3:07 PM
Sometimes the simplest message is the most effective.
November 3, 2025 at 3:09 PM
Cancel Paramount+ boycott CBS.
November 3, 2025 at 3:09 PM
Some doors close slower than others.
October 28, 2025 at 12:39 AM
To fight the entity, you need a couple of virgins and a bag of marshmallows.
October 28, 2025 at 12:31 AM
People who say they’ve changed, haven’t, they’ve stopped pretending.
October 24, 2025 at 9:10 PM
My toxic trait is thinking I’d thrive in 1970s Hollywood.
October 24, 2025 at 9:10 PM
I like my compliments with plausible deniability.
October 24, 2025 at 9:09 PM
Every secret hums.
October 22, 2025 at 2:31 PM
Somewhere, someone says forever like it’s a password.
October 22, 2025 at 1:00 PM
I’m supposed to talk to someone from the Texas Chainsaw Massacre, but I’m sending an intern to do it, because I’m lazy and I don’t care.
October 22, 2025 at 1:00 PM
Elevator conversation.

Me: Do you find that success hums at the same pitch as exhaustion?

Her: ?!?
October 22, 2025 at 12:59 PM
Goodbyes look the same as reunions if you blur your eyes a little.
October 22, 2025 at 12:59 PM
When someone dies, the rest of the world keeps moving, and you’re suspended in time, frozen in your grief, and in a way, you never catch up again.
October 22, 2025 at 12:57 PM
Opium is the perfume of forgetting.
October 22, 2025 at 12:56 PM
I’m writing a three-act off-Broadway musical about Michael Rockefeller, the Rockefeller heir who was famously eaten by cannibals.
October 22, 2025 at 12:55 PM
Every time I fix one part of my life, another part starts blinking red.
October 22, 2025 at 12:53 PM
Nothing collapses faster than the fantasy someone built for you.
October 22, 2025 at 12:53 PM
Sometimes the difference between morality and appetite is costume design.
October 22, 2025 at 12:52 PM