Rhys M
@rhysmart.bsky.social
personal acct. 32, PNW, they/he gremlin [en/es/nl]
art dump. doodles. photos. void shouting
garfield & linkin park stan. corvid enjoyer.
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art dump. doodles. photos. void shouting
garfield & linkin park stan. corvid enjoyer.
film & tv opinions: @grumpytakes
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Rhys M
@rhysmart.bsky.social
· Oct 12
Update: Ian Watkins is dead.
The big guy came down today! He waited for me to go inside after setting out the treats.
I'm having a lot of visitors so I may need to switch up the buffet. Probably gonna start getting some in shell peanuts in the big bag.
I'm having a lot of visitors so I may need to switch up the buffet. Probably gonna start getting some in shell peanuts in the big bag.
November 19, 2025 at 5:57 PM
The big guy came down today! He waited for me to go inside after setting out the treats.
I'm having a lot of visitors so I may need to switch up the buffet. Probably gonna start getting some in shell peanuts in the big bag.
I'm having a lot of visitors so I may need to switch up the buffet. Probably gonna start getting some in shell peanuts in the big bag.
On a cold night or a dewy morning, when I see my breath.
I see the warmth escape me. It leaves and dissolves into everything else.
Its a proof of concept.
Warmth is within me, and if I hold it in, my lungs will ache.
I have to let it go.
The warmth is still within me.
I see the warmth escape me. It leaves and dissolves into everything else.
Its a proof of concept.
Warmth is within me, and if I hold it in, my lungs will ache.
I have to let it go.
The warmth is still within me.
November 19, 2025 at 9:30 AM
On a cold night or a dewy morning, when I see my breath.
I see the warmth escape me. It leaves and dissolves into everything else.
Its a proof of concept.
Warmth is within me, and if I hold it in, my lungs will ache.
I have to let it go.
The warmth is still within me.
I see the warmth escape me. It leaves and dissolves into everything else.
Its a proof of concept.
Warmth is within me, and if I hold it in, my lungs will ache.
I have to let it go.
The warmth is still within me.
Crow updates.
They scooped up their breakfast I set out the night before. I set out new food but didn't see them fly up. And that's okay.
I went to my bus stop for work and I think I saw my usual duo picking at some grass in that area. I clicked at them. Not 100% if it was them though.
They scooped up their breakfast I set out the night before. I set out new food but didn't see them fly up. And that's okay.
I went to my bus stop for work and I think I saw my usual duo picking at some grass in that area. I clicked at them. Not 100% if it was them though.
November 19, 2025 at 5:53 AM
Crow updates.
They scooped up their breakfast I set out the night before. I set out new food but didn't see them fly up. And that's okay.
I went to my bus stop for work and I think I saw my usual duo picking at some grass in that area. I clicked at them. Not 100% if it was them though.
They scooped up their breakfast I set out the night before. I set out new food but didn't see them fly up. And that's okay.
I went to my bus stop for work and I think I saw my usual duo picking at some grass in that area. I clicked at them. Not 100% if it was them though.
I remember once an ex told me I was too much like one of the boys.
It wouldn't be the first time. Just a continuation of shrinking and molding myself into something palatable. If it was going to garner the right attention.
I didn't want to be one of the boys. Or one of the girls.
It wouldn't be the first time. Just a continuation of shrinking and molding myself into something palatable. If it was going to garner the right attention.
I didn't want to be one of the boys. Or one of the girls.
November 19, 2025 at 5:44 AM
I remember once an ex told me I was too much like one of the boys.
It wouldn't be the first time. Just a continuation of shrinking and molding myself into something palatable. If it was going to garner the right attention.
I didn't want to be one of the boys. Or one of the girls.
It wouldn't be the first time. Just a continuation of shrinking and molding myself into something palatable. If it was going to garner the right attention.
I didn't want to be one of the boys. Or one of the girls.
Today at work I had to listen to folks talk poorly about snakes. Like I understand people have fears of them. But calling them gross :(
I miss my two snakes. I know they are being taken care of but I still miss those noodles. Their little puppy noses. 🥺 they are not gross.
I miss my two snakes. I know they are being taken care of but I still miss those noodles. Their little puppy noses. 🥺 they are not gross.
November 18, 2025 at 2:00 AM
Today at work I had to listen to folks talk poorly about snakes. Like I understand people have fears of them. But calling them gross :(
I miss my two snakes. I know they are being taken care of but I still miss those noodles. Their little puppy noses. 🥺 they are not gross.
I miss my two snakes. I know they are being taken care of but I still miss those noodles. Their little puppy noses. 🥺 they are not gross.
I love having huge tattoos that span a section of my limb. I need more tbh.
However, I am a little bitch and a 4 and half hour session was fucking rough as hell.
The squeal I let out at the end when the green soap hit my thigh, I didn't feel any shame or embarrassment. I earned that squeal.
However, I am a little bitch and a 4 and half hour session was fucking rough as hell.
The squeal I let out at the end when the green soap hit my thigh, I didn't feel any shame or embarrassment. I earned that squeal.
November 17, 2025 at 11:08 PM
I love having huge tattoos that span a section of my limb. I need more tbh.
However, I am a little bitch and a 4 and half hour session was fucking rough as hell.
The squeal I let out at the end when the green soap hit my thigh, I didn't feel any shame or embarrassment. I earned that squeal.
However, I am a little bitch and a 4 and half hour session was fucking rough as hell.
The squeal I let out at the end when the green soap hit my thigh, I didn't feel any shame or embarrassment. I earned that squeal.
Maybe I'm not just the sum of my present and past.
Now I know you can't count chickens before they hatch.
But could I make predictions that things will get better.
Challenges always arise. I meet them. And God knows I'm tired.
Maybe I am the sum of all my efforts yet to bloom.
Now I know you can't count chickens before they hatch.
But could I make predictions that things will get better.
Challenges always arise. I meet them. And God knows I'm tired.
Maybe I am the sum of all my efforts yet to bloom.
November 17, 2025 at 7:43 PM
Maybe I'm not just the sum of my present and past.
Now I know you can't count chickens before they hatch.
But could I make predictions that things will get better.
Challenges always arise. I meet them. And God knows I'm tired.
Maybe I am the sum of all my efforts yet to bloom.
Now I know you can't count chickens before they hatch.
But could I make predictions that things will get better.
Challenges always arise. I meet them. And God knows I'm tired.
Maybe I am the sum of all my efforts yet to bloom.
Just the regulars this morning. Wasn't sure I'd get them tbh
Since they hang out a bit longer I can make out more nuances on the male (right) of this couple.
I also appreciate that you can tell he's holding onto treats by his neck buldging a little bit.
Since they hang out a bit longer I can make out more nuances on the male (right) of this couple.
I also appreciate that you can tell he's holding onto treats by his neck buldging a little bit.
November 17, 2025 at 4:16 PM
Just the regulars this morning. Wasn't sure I'd get them tbh
Since they hang out a bit longer I can make out more nuances on the male (right) of this couple.
I also appreciate that you can tell he's holding onto treats by his neck buldging a little bit.
Since they hang out a bit longer I can make out more nuances on the male (right) of this couple.
I also appreciate that you can tell he's holding onto treats by his neck buldging a little bit.
Blow out the candle and watch the smoke drift away.
I can light it again.
Just not tonight.
Maybe not for a bit.
I'll find the means to light it again.
I can light it again.
Just not tonight.
Maybe not for a bit.
I'll find the means to light it again.
November 17, 2025 at 9:15 AM
Blow out the candle and watch the smoke drift away.
I can light it again.
Just not tonight.
Maybe not for a bit.
I'll find the means to light it again.
I can light it again.
Just not tonight.
Maybe not for a bit.
I'll find the means to light it again.
The blur is gonna drive me crazy but plz enjoy my cat "cuddling" with me.
He leaves enough room for Christ or something.
He leaves enough room for Christ or something.
November 17, 2025 at 3:23 AM
The blur is gonna drive me crazy but plz enjoy my cat "cuddling" with me.
He leaves enough room for Christ or something.
He leaves enough room for Christ or something.
Can I keep waxing poetic about cigarettes?
Likely I have a f**ish for it but let's bypass that for a second.
It's just the perfect vehicle for stepping away from the bustle and noise of life.
It causes a person to really pause, be present, and focus on the breath.
Likely I have a f**ish for it but let's bypass that for a second.
It's just the perfect vehicle for stepping away from the bustle and noise of life.
It causes a person to really pause, be present, and focus on the breath.
November 16, 2025 at 10:28 PM
Can I keep waxing poetic about cigarettes?
Likely I have a f**ish for it but let's bypass that for a second.
It's just the perfect vehicle for stepping away from the bustle and noise of life.
It causes a person to really pause, be present, and focus on the breath.
Likely I have a f**ish for it but let's bypass that for a second.
It's just the perfect vehicle for stepping away from the bustle and noise of life.
It causes a person to really pause, be present, and focus on the breath.
Oh just late friends today. I believe this is the regular lady who comes to visit. The male came just before her but he was too quick for me to get a photo.
November 16, 2025 at 9:26 PM
Oh just late friends today. I believe this is the regular lady who comes to visit. The male came just before her but he was too quick for me to get a photo.
Sometimes the depression needs boomer radio hits to pull you out of it
November 16, 2025 at 9:07 PM
Sometimes the depression needs boomer radio hits to pull you out of it
Just put food out for the crows. No one has popped out yet. I think because I set out food last night and this morning around 7 am I got some loud calls from the balcony and I went out there and picking up goodies
Maybe the call was a thank you?
Photo is older, from last month (before lens break)
Maybe the call was a thank you?
Photo is older, from last month (before lens break)
November 16, 2025 at 8:12 PM
Just put food out for the crows. No one has popped out yet. I think because I set out food last night and this morning around 7 am I got some loud calls from the balcony and I went out there and picking up goodies
Maybe the call was a thank you?
Photo is older, from last month (before lens break)
Maybe the call was a thank you?
Photo is older, from last month (before lens break)
I think it would be helpful to do more light hearted whimsical yearning.
Not more of the dark weeping yearning.
Like yeah it's still gonna happen but going into my Nth year of being single. I've come to a point where I'm not abandoning hope. I'm just taking it down from its pedestal.
Not more of the dark weeping yearning.
Like yeah it's still gonna happen but going into my Nth year of being single. I've come to a point where I'm not abandoning hope. I'm just taking it down from its pedestal.
November 16, 2025 at 7:02 PM
I think it would be helpful to do more light hearted whimsical yearning.
Not more of the dark weeping yearning.
Like yeah it's still gonna happen but going into my Nth year of being single. I've come to a point where I'm not abandoning hope. I'm just taking it down from its pedestal.
Not more of the dark weeping yearning.
Like yeah it's still gonna happen but going into my Nth year of being single. I've come to a point where I'm not abandoning hope. I'm just taking it down from its pedestal.
Sometimes I just have to write the letters I can never send. Let the universe send the energy where it needs to go.
Let go and let love take care of the rest.
Let go and let love take care of the rest.
November 16, 2025 at 7:09 AM
Sometimes I just have to write the letters I can never send. Let the universe send the energy where it needs to go.
Let go and let love take care of the rest.
Let go and let love take care of the rest.
Camera still blurry and gross sowrry
Busy busy busy
Still need to put words on them before they find their nests
Busy busy busy
Still need to put words on them before they find their nests
November 15, 2025 at 9:30 PM
Camera still blurry and gross sowrry
Busy busy busy
Still need to put words on them before they find their nests
Busy busy busy
Still need to put words on them before they find their nests
Forgive me for venting on the internet. Don't worry I journal the way more private stuff.
Just thinking about cigarettes and my habit with them.
I've never been a heavy smoker. It's like 97% social and 3% I know it can take the edge off when I'm feeling really in the shits.
Just thinking about cigarettes and my habit with them.
I've never been a heavy smoker. It's like 97% social and 3% I know it can take the edge off when I'm feeling really in the shits.
November 15, 2025 at 8:05 PM
Forgive me for venting on the internet. Don't worry I journal the way more private stuff.
Just thinking about cigarettes and my habit with them.
I've never been a heavy smoker. It's like 97% social and 3% I know it can take the edge off when I'm feeling really in the shits.
Just thinking about cigarettes and my habit with them.
I've never been a heavy smoker. It's like 97% social and 3% I know it can take the edge off when I'm feeling really in the shits.
I'm a PNW child. I was born in a smaller Oregon town and grew up a little outside of that town. I love the rain. It settles my soul. I love walking around on a dark rainy day. I feel the most at home in it.
But God I wish I could lay in the grass and stare at the sky but the ground is WET
But God I wish I could lay in the grass and stare at the sky but the ground is WET
November 15, 2025 at 7:52 PM
I'm a PNW child. I was born in a smaller Oregon town and grew up a little outside of that town. I love the rain. It settles my soul. I love walking around on a dark rainy day. I feel the most at home in it.
But God I wish I could lay in the grass and stare at the sky but the ground is WET
But God I wish I could lay in the grass and stare at the sky but the ground is WET
Happy friends!
The smaller lady usually comes down to visit me but the male actually came down to nab some treats today. They're my usual visitors.
Just the two today but I could hear them chattering with the other locals.
The smaller lady usually comes down to visit me but the male actually came down to nab some treats today. They're my usual visitors.
Just the two today but I could hear them chattering with the other locals.
November 15, 2025 at 7:26 PM
Happy friends!
The smaller lady usually comes down to visit me but the male actually came down to nab some treats today. They're my usual visitors.
Just the two today but I could hear them chattering with the other locals.
The smaller lady usually comes down to visit me but the male actually came down to nab some treats today. They're my usual visitors.
Just the two today but I could hear them chattering with the other locals.
Gonna find the people who ran my horoscope this morning and give them a stern talking to.
November 15, 2025 at 5:54 PM
Gonna find the people who ran my horoscope this morning and give them a stern talking to.
I know I need to sleep.
My head spins.
I weep in front of candles.
Hoping.
Praying maybe.
That I could have one clear message from the ether. In the physical.
Somehow. Somewhere.
That I am being heard.
And I'll just lay here.
Hoping.
Praying likely.
That rest and peace will find me.
My head spins.
I weep in front of candles.
Hoping.
Praying maybe.
That I could have one clear message from the ether. In the physical.
Somehow. Somewhere.
That I am being heard.
And I'll just lay here.
Hoping.
Praying likely.
That rest and peace will find me.
November 15, 2025 at 10:30 AM
I know I need to sleep.
My head spins.
I weep in front of candles.
Hoping.
Praying maybe.
That I could have one clear message from the ether. In the physical.
Somehow. Somewhere.
That I am being heard.
And I'll just lay here.
Hoping.
Praying likely.
That rest and peace will find me.
My head spins.
I weep in front of candles.
Hoping.
Praying maybe.
That I could have one clear message from the ether. In the physical.
Somehow. Somewhere.
That I am being heard.
And I'll just lay here.
Hoping.
Praying likely.
That rest and peace will find me.
I try to remember how far I've come with so little and so much hurt of the past.
I was some dumb punk kid from some nowhere town, moved to a bigger nowhere town. I didn't know who I was. Felt so disconnected. I just wanted to be anywhere else.
I never thought I'd see a big city.
I was some dumb punk kid from some nowhere town, moved to a bigger nowhere town. I didn't know who I was. Felt so disconnected. I just wanted to be anywhere else.
I never thought I'd see a big city.
November 15, 2025 at 6:31 AM
I try to remember how far I've come with so little and so much hurt of the past.
I was some dumb punk kid from some nowhere town, moved to a bigger nowhere town. I didn't know who I was. Felt so disconnected. I just wanted to be anywhere else.
I never thought I'd see a big city.
I was some dumb punk kid from some nowhere town, moved to a bigger nowhere town. I didn't know who I was. Felt so disconnected. I just wanted to be anywhere else.
I never thought I'd see a big city.
I'm not scared of being known. I think that's what I desire the most. To be known so deeply, with curiosity and softness.
The fear is lies in being known in that complete way and finding the parts of me that even I find shameful. Seeing that, and walking away.
Too much or not enough.
The fear is lies in being known in that complete way and finding the parts of me that even I find shameful. Seeing that, and walking away.
Too much or not enough.
November 15, 2025 at 3:28 AM
I'm not scared of being known. I think that's what I desire the most. To be known so deeply, with curiosity and softness.
The fear is lies in being known in that complete way and finding the parts of me that even I find shameful. Seeing that, and walking away.
Too much or not enough.
The fear is lies in being known in that complete way and finding the parts of me that even I find shameful. Seeing that, and walking away.
Too much or not enough.