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Enjoying my last moments of alone time while my husband does the grocery store dash.
January 24, 2026 at 4:01 PM
Enjoying my last moments of alone time while my husband does the grocery store dash.
Our feral family we’ve had for many years. Only mama and two sisters remain. Mama is the dark one. Papa passed away and one of the sisters disappeared. She was friendly and had beautiful green eyes, so hopefully someone gave her a home. They are housed with warmth.
#Caturday
#Caturday
January 24, 2026 at 3:49 PM
Our feral family we’ve had for many years. Only mama and two sisters remain. Mama is the dark one. Papa passed away and one of the sisters disappeared. She was friendly and had beautiful green eyes, so hopefully someone gave her a home. They are housed with warmth.
#Caturday
#Caturday
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I’m chasing warmth and family peace this weekend.
January 24, 2026 at 2:27 PM
I’m chasing warmth and family peace this weekend.
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Lost to the wintery winds of time on a fiery sunset night.
January 23, 2026 at 11:26 PM
Lost to the wintery winds of time on a fiery sunset night.
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Everyone is weak
on the inside.
It’s just that some
find a way to
build a palace from
their deficiency and
sit on their throne.
A queen will always
find a way to turn her
loneliness into power.
#poetry
on the inside.
It’s just that some
find a way to
build a palace from
their deficiency and
sit on their throne.
A queen will always
find a way to turn her
loneliness into power.
#poetry
January 22, 2026 at 8:42 PM
Everyone is weak
on the inside.
It’s just that some
find a way to
build a palace from
their deficiency and
sit on their throne.
A queen will always
find a way to turn her
loneliness into power.
#poetry
on the inside.
It’s just that some
find a way to
build a palace from
their deficiency and
sit on their throne.
A queen will always
find a way to turn her
loneliness into power.
#poetry
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I am now the person who can take forever to reply, likes to be alone, will disappear when I sense negative energy, and will not care if we stop talking.
January 23, 2026 at 10:11 PM
I am now the person who can take forever to reply, likes to be alone, will disappear when I sense negative energy, and will not care if we stop talking.
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One who dreams in stories has every possibility.
Photo: Brooke Shaden
#poetry #writing #writingcommunity
Photo: Brooke Shaden
#poetry #writing #writingcommunity
January 23, 2026 at 3:36 PM
One who dreams in stories has every possibility.
Photo: Brooke Shaden
#poetry #writing #writingcommunity
Photo: Brooke Shaden
#poetry #writing #writingcommunity
I’m chasing warmth and family peace this weekend.
January 24, 2026 at 2:27 PM
I’m chasing warmth and family peace this weekend.
Lost to the wintery winds of time on a fiery sunset night.
January 23, 2026 at 11:26 PM
Lost to the wintery winds of time on a fiery sunset night.
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We need saving.
We tear each other
apart trying to
find our own salvation.
We try to heal by
wallowing in our wounds,
refusing solutions.
If that worked,
we would be basking
in heaven by now
instead of this hell
we've been living in.
#musings
We tear each other
apart trying to
find our own salvation.
We try to heal by
wallowing in our wounds,
refusing solutions.
If that worked,
we would be basking
in heaven by now
instead of this hell
we've been living in.
#musings
January 23, 2026 at 6:02 PM
We need saving.
We tear each other
apart trying to
find our own salvation.
We try to heal by
wallowing in our wounds,
refusing solutions.
If that worked,
we would be basking
in heaven by now
instead of this hell
we've been living in.
#musings
We tear each other
apart trying to
find our own salvation.
We try to heal by
wallowing in our wounds,
refusing solutions.
If that worked,
we would be basking
in heaven by now
instead of this hell
we've been living in.
#musings
I am now the person who can take forever to reply, likes to be alone, will disappear when I sense negative energy, and will not care if we stop talking.
January 23, 2026 at 10:11 PM
I am now the person who can take forever to reply, likes to be alone, will disappear when I sense negative energy, and will not care if we stop talking.
We need saving.
We tear each other
apart trying to
find our own salvation.
We try to heal by
wallowing in our wounds,
refusing solutions.
If that worked,
we would be basking
in heaven by now
instead of this hell
we've been living in.
#musings
We tear each other
apart trying to
find our own salvation.
We try to heal by
wallowing in our wounds,
refusing solutions.
If that worked,
we would be basking
in heaven by now
instead of this hell
we've been living in.
#musings
January 23, 2026 at 6:02 PM
We need saving.
We tear each other
apart trying to
find our own salvation.
We try to heal by
wallowing in our wounds,
refusing solutions.
If that worked,
we would be basking
in heaven by now
instead of this hell
we've been living in.
#musings
We tear each other
apart trying to
find our own salvation.
We try to heal by
wallowing in our wounds,
refusing solutions.
If that worked,
we would be basking
in heaven by now
instead of this hell
we've been living in.
#musings
One who dreams in stories has every possibility.
Photo: Brooke Shaden
#poetry #writing #writingcommunity
Photo: Brooke Shaden
#poetry #writing #writingcommunity
January 23, 2026 at 3:36 PM
One who dreams in stories has every possibility.
Photo: Brooke Shaden
#poetry #writing #writingcommunity
Photo: Brooke Shaden
#poetry #writing #writingcommunity
Late riser,
cold hands,
hot coffee,
sunshine,
and no snow…
yet.
cold hands,
hot coffee,
sunshine,
and no snow…
yet.
January 23, 2026 at 2:37 PM
Late riser,
cold hands,
hot coffee,
sunshine,
and no snow…
yet.
cold hands,
hot coffee,
sunshine,
and no snow…
yet.
Some love in silence,
just like moonlight.🌙
just like moonlight.🌙
January 23, 2026 at 1:25 AM
Some love in silence,
just like moonlight.🌙
just like moonlight.🌙
Everyone is weak
on the inside.
It’s just that some
find a way to
build a palace from
their deficiency and
sit on their throne.
A queen will always
find a way to turn her
loneliness into power.
#poetry
on the inside.
It’s just that some
find a way to
build a palace from
their deficiency and
sit on their throne.
A queen will always
find a way to turn her
loneliness into power.
#poetry
January 22, 2026 at 8:42 PM
Everyone is weak
on the inside.
It’s just that some
find a way to
build a palace from
their deficiency and
sit on their throne.
A queen will always
find a way to turn her
loneliness into power.
#poetry
on the inside.
It’s just that some
find a way to
build a palace from
their deficiency and
sit on their throne.
A queen will always
find a way to turn her
loneliness into power.
#poetry
Stop being the one who always makes the effort. Relax and let the ship sink.
January 22, 2026 at 7:09 PM
Stop being the one who always makes the effort. Relax and let the ship sink.
Writing is not like any other physical art; it's an art that you can never be too old for. It's never too late. If you write something beautiful and the right person resonates with it, they’ll make room on their bookshelves for your writings. They will want to go back to your words again and again.
January 22, 2026 at 2:42 PM
Writing is not like any other physical art; it's an art that you can never be too old for. It's never too late. If you write something beautiful and the right person resonates with it, they’ll make room on their bookshelves for your writings. They will want to go back to your words again and again.
Ancient stars
adorn the sky.
I wait below
with a basket to
catch them when
they grow tired.
I will tell them…
“You sparkled your
brightest for centuries,
I am proud of you.”
#poetry
adorn the sky.
I wait below
with a basket to
catch them when
they grow tired.
I will tell them…
“You sparkled your
brightest for centuries,
I am proud of you.”
#poetry
January 22, 2026 at 1:54 AM
Ancient stars
adorn the sky.
I wait below
with a basket to
catch them when
they grow tired.
I will tell them…
“You sparkled your
brightest for centuries,
I am proud of you.”
#poetry
adorn the sky.
I wait below
with a basket to
catch them when
they grow tired.
I will tell them…
“You sparkled your
brightest for centuries,
I am proud of you.”
#poetry
There’s that smile back in the night sky shining through the bare winter branches. Waxing crescent moon at 11%. 🌙
#moon #waxingcrescentmoon
#moon #waxingcrescentmoon
January 22, 2026 at 1:21 AM
There’s that smile back in the night sky shining through the bare winter branches. Waxing crescent moon at 11%. 🌙
#moon #waxingcrescentmoon
#moon #waxingcrescentmoon
Lose yourself in literature, in poetry, in art, in the haze of new horizons. Lose yourself in curiosity, in knowledge, in passion. Lose yourself in feeling it all; lose yourself in the world and the stories and the lessons it has to teach you.
January 21, 2026 at 6:45 PM
Lose yourself in literature, in poetry, in art, in the haze of new horizons. Lose yourself in curiosity, in knowledge, in passion. Lose yourself in feeling it all; lose yourself in the world and the stories and the lessons it has to teach you.
This morning there was a beautiful rainbow and the sun was dancing next to it.
A good morning from my cousin in Herlíkovice, Czech Republic.
A good morning from my cousin in Herlíkovice, Czech Republic.
January 21, 2026 at 12:41 PM
This morning there was a beautiful rainbow and the sun was dancing next to it.
A good morning from my cousin in Herlíkovice, Czech Republic.
A good morning from my cousin in Herlíkovice, Czech Republic.
Sometimes we thank
even those who have
hurt us because they
forced us to change
the path we were on,
so we could discover
better worlds.
Temporary people give
permanent lessons.
#musings
even those who have
hurt us because they
forced us to change
the path we were on,
so we could discover
better worlds.
Temporary people give
permanent lessons.
#musings
January 20, 2026 at 11:25 PM
Sometimes we thank
even those who have
hurt us because they
forced us to change
the path we were on,
so we could discover
better worlds.
Temporary people give
permanent lessons.
#musings
even those who have
hurt us because they
forced us to change
the path we were on,
so we could discover
better worlds.
Temporary people give
permanent lessons.
#musings