jourdyn
@jourdyn.bsky.social
28 • they/them • tired writer, tarot reader 🦋
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jourdyn
@jourdyn.bsky.social
· Jan 10
I volunteer to be the next Mars rover. Send me up there. I will collect you rocks, no problem.
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feeling real grateful for having the cognitive ability to consciously arrange colors and lines to represent objects and/or ideas rn
January 14, 2026 at 3:21 PM
feeling real grateful for having the cognitive ability to consciously arrange colors and lines to represent objects and/or ideas rn
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A lot of people’s problems with injustice and cruelty is that they don’t like being aware of it and would do anything to go back to pretending that nothing is wrong
January 10, 2026 at 2:14 PM
A lot of people’s problems with injustice and cruelty is that they don’t like being aware of it and would do anything to go back to pretending that nothing is wrong
That haunted and heavy
baritone drawl fills halls
in my mind, no space left unsung
no forgiveness begun
memories blur laughter & pain
your mark is #unmissable
though no one dares ask
where the cut in the wall had come from
The ghost of your hand
stays only for me to see
—j.e.m.
#poetry #vss365
baritone drawl fills halls
in my mind, no space left unsung
no forgiveness begun
memories blur laughter & pain
your mark is #unmissable
though no one dares ask
where the cut in the wall had come from
The ghost of your hand
stays only for me to see
—j.e.m.
#poetry #vss365
January 10, 2026 at 3:17 PM
That haunted and heavy
baritone drawl fills halls
in my mind, no space left unsung
no forgiveness begun
memories blur laughter & pain
your mark is #unmissable
though no one dares ask
where the cut in the wall had come from
The ghost of your hand
stays only for me to see
—j.e.m.
#poetry #vss365
baritone drawl fills halls
in my mind, no space left unsung
no forgiveness begun
memories blur laughter & pain
your mark is #unmissable
though no one dares ask
where the cut in the wall had come from
The ghost of your hand
stays only for me to see
—j.e.m.
#poetry #vss365
enough with the AI. let’s talk about all the wasted water trapped in Dasani bottles
December 21, 2025 at 5:58 PM
enough with the AI. let’s talk about all the wasted water trapped in Dasani bottles
Music videos used to mean something
December 14, 2025 at 3:30 PM
Music videos used to mean something
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The sky was dark, freckled with stars,
and cut with the smile of God
The night was young, or so it felt,
while the lovers kept dancing on
The hope was heavy, weighed by sun,
and the promise of darkness end
With a smile fade that could still be seen
while you gently held my hand
—j.e.m.
#poetry
and cut with the smile of God
The night was young, or so it felt,
while the lovers kept dancing on
The hope was heavy, weighed by sun,
and the promise of darkness end
With a smile fade that could still be seen
while you gently held my hand
—j.e.m.
#poetry
November 28, 2025 at 6:38 PM
The sky was dark, freckled with stars,
and cut with the smile of God
The night was young, or so it felt,
while the lovers kept dancing on
The hope was heavy, weighed by sun,
and the promise of darkness end
With a smile fade that could still be seen
while you gently held my hand
—j.e.m.
#poetry
and cut with the smile of God
The night was young, or so it felt,
while the lovers kept dancing on
The hope was heavy, weighed by sun,
and the promise of darkness end
With a smile fade that could still be seen
while you gently held my hand
—j.e.m.
#poetry
My cat doesn’t like to watch TV with me, but if I turn on Lady and the Tramp, boy is SAT
November 26, 2025 at 10:32 PM
My cat doesn’t like to watch TV with me, but if I turn on Lady and the Tramp, boy is SAT
I MADE ZINES!!! I SOLD MY WORK 😭🫶
November 26, 2025 at 10:08 PM
I MADE ZINES!!! I SOLD MY WORK 😭🫶
Always pictured loving
as the epilogue of two
the last thing I see
before my dying view
Treated like a prize
held like a goal
objects of affection
never food for a soul
But you love like footsteps
at a slow steady pace
filling my chapters
with a soft, soft grace
—j.e.m.
#poetry #vss365 [goal]
as the epilogue of two
the last thing I see
before my dying view
Treated like a prize
held like a goal
objects of affection
never food for a soul
But you love like footsteps
at a slow steady pace
filling my chapters
with a soft, soft grace
—j.e.m.
#poetry #vss365 [goal]
November 17, 2025 at 10:27 PM
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currently the mood rn
October 5, 2025 at 8:25 PM
currently the mood rn
Been participating in Hooptober on Letterboxd and it’s a bloody blast!! Here’s what I committed to watching & reviewing #hooptober #horrorsky boxd.it/P0ouO
Hooptober 2025
Participating in Cinemonster’s The Twelfth of Hooptober https://boxd.it/EsPD6 *First year doing it!! *All new to me movies except Psycho
boxd.it
October 5, 2025 at 5:43 PM
Been participating in Hooptober on Letterboxd and it’s a bloody blast!! Here’s what I committed to watching & reviewing #hooptober #horrorsky boxd.it/P0ouO
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Them there eyes
September 9, 2025 at 7:39 PM
Them there eyes
there’s something special about friends who push you to do better in difficult moments
September 9, 2025 at 3:17 PM
there’s something special about friends who push you to do better in difficult moments
chatGPT stealing the em dash is its worst offense cause now people won’t know I spent 2 hours refining that photo caption
September 9, 2025 at 12:29 AM
chatGPT stealing the em dash is its worst offense cause now people won’t know I spent 2 hours refining that photo caption
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what a fun, sexy time
September 8, 2025 at 11:04 PM
what a fun, sexy time
A threshold, a precipice
Perhaps a step before a fall
I stood in that doorway
At once forever, at once not at all
To believe it took my mother
To remind me of the worth
To see this haunted house
And step out for my birth
Well, that.
It almost made me laugh.
—j.e.m.
#poetry #vss365 [doorway]
Perhaps a step before a fall
I stood in that doorway
At once forever, at once not at all
To believe it took my mother
To remind me of the worth
To see this haunted house
And step out for my birth
Well, that.
It almost made me laugh.
—j.e.m.
#poetry #vss365 [doorway]
September 7, 2025 at 3:55 PM