holly selph
@andmilestogo.bsky.social
If I wrote something here, my future self would kill me.
Ive been watching livestreams of Bourbon St the past couple of nights. Not currently equipped for the stimulation, but watching from home is strangely soothing.
March 4, 2025 at 12:41 AM
Ive been watching livestreams of Bourbon St the past couple of nights. Not currently equipped for the stimulation, but watching from home is strangely soothing.
As a fellow “well, actually”, let us have a metaphor, Hank! We’re desperate for a little hope, that blind, dying, little beacon of light.
March 3, 2025 at 9:19 PM
As a fellow “well, actually”, let us have a metaphor, Hank! We’re desperate for a little hope, that blind, dying, little beacon of light.
yep. that wasn’t just your tv
March 3, 2025 at 12:33 AM
yep. that wasn’t just your tv
It’s exactly Tom Robbins dystopia, but I don’t have his knack for “joy in spite of everything.” How could we?
February 26, 2025 at 11:20 PM
It’s exactly Tom Robbins dystopia, but I don’t have his knack for “joy in spite of everything.” How could we?
It’s a macrocosm of narcissistic abuse: This didn’t happen, and if it did, I didn’t mean it. It was a joke. You used to have a sense of humor. Are you ok? You seem unstable. Maybe I set the house on fire, but you drove me to it. Be grateful, I kept you warm. That never happened, and if it did…
February 24, 2025 at 5:43 PM
It’s a macrocosm of narcissistic abuse: This didn’t happen, and if it did, I didn’t mean it. It was a joke. You used to have a sense of humor. Are you ok? You seem unstable. Maybe I set the house on fire, but you drove me to it. Be grateful, I kept you warm. That never happened, and if it did…
I love her and nope, cried.
February 22, 2025 at 2:15 AM
I love her and nope, cried.