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abbyaha.bsky.social
bone figure ally 🦴
@abbyaha.bsky.social
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i am descended from the women the volcanic winter and justinian plague couldn’t kill

✅ dumdum idiot
✅ very cool
✅ leftist
✅ ally of everyone
✅ ttrpg DM & player
✅ gamer (bg3/balatro/sdv/skyrim/elden ring)
✅ reader (horror/fantasy/romance)
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Chinese people asking for English homework help on American RedNote videos is so cute and human
January 17, 2025 at 5:23 PM
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me rn writing my sisters wedding ceremony
Picture of a man with tears in his eyes lit by a camera flash in a dark room with a geometric pattern in the background. White text on a black transparent field in the foreground reads “I don’t know why I’m crying in the club right now”
November 13, 2024 at 12:45 AM
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here are 2 of my favorite poems that I like to recite to myself when I’m feeling especially bad
The poem “you are Jeff” by Richard silken on a backdrop of an empty 2 lane road with yellow double lines in a foggy pine forest. Poem reads: you're in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won't tell you that he loves you, but he loves you, and you feel like you've done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you're tired. you're in a car with a beautiful boy, and you're trying not to tell him that you love him, and you're trying to choke down the feeling, and you're trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you've discovered something you don't even have a name for. The poem “wild geese” by Mary Oliver on a backdrop of the smoky mountains with a blue sky and shining sun with trees in the foreground. Poem text: You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers. Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting - over and over announcing your place in the family of things.
November 8, 2024 at 4:27 PM
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n e way peep my dog
a picture of a yellow lab mix dog with a smile on her face and tongue out while someone pets her
November 8, 2024 at 1:22 PM