arkytior .⍼
@arkytior.bsky.social
Making it everyone's problem
(She/they)
(She/they)
Putting the Gibli filter on top of my life
It can't fully hide the truth
Everything is beauty, horror, symbol
Everything talks
Nobody listens.
It can't fully hide the truth
Everything is beauty, horror, symbol
Everything talks
Nobody listens.
April 16, 2025 at 11:13 AM
Putting the Gibli filter on top of my life
It can't fully hide the truth
Everything is beauty, horror, symbol
Everything talks
Nobody listens.
It can't fully hide the truth
Everything is beauty, horror, symbol
Everything talks
Nobody listens.
Green beans are sprouting.
(also i found out that from the field where they're sprouting, you can see a monastery that was one of Mu55olini's brothel's, and when he went 🙃 the nuns filled the swimming pools to grow vegetables, so that helped my mood.
Stabbing the ground to plant lettuce helped too.
(also i found out that from the field where they're sprouting, you can see a monastery that was one of Mu55olini's brothel's, and when he went 🙃 the nuns filled the swimming pools to grow vegetables, so that helped my mood.
Stabbing the ground to plant lettuce helped too.
April 13, 2025 at 11:52 AM
Green beans are sprouting.
(also i found out that from the field where they're sprouting, you can see a monastery that was one of Mu55olini's brothel's, and when he went 🙃 the nuns filled the swimming pools to grow vegetables, so that helped my mood.
Stabbing the ground to plant lettuce helped too.
(also i found out that from the field where they're sprouting, you can see a monastery that was one of Mu55olini's brothel's, and when he went 🙃 the nuns filled the swimming pools to grow vegetables, so that helped my mood.
Stabbing the ground to plant lettuce helped too.
trying very hard to focus on this,
but
but
April 12, 2025 at 6:19 PM
trying very hard to focus on this,
but
but
It is the literal name of the theory. Go bitch at the epistemologist that named it, not random people on the internet using it correctly.
Bye
Bye
March 6, 2025 at 3:42 PM
It is the literal name of the theory. Go bitch at the epistemologist that named it, not random people on the internet using it correctly.
Bye
Bye
www.ildolomiti.it/cronaca/2025...
They just caught one in italy
They just caught one in italy
February 13, 2025 at 11:03 AM
www.ildolomiti.it/cronaca/2025...
They just caught one in italy
They just caught one in italy
TW: murder, child abuse, politics
Fun fact :
This child that was arrested for planning to murder homeless people and put it on the dark web, was instigated to do it by the online group he shared with one of Muskolini's Balillas
www.ildolomiti.it/cronaca/2025...
Google translate at own risk
Fun fact :
This child that was arrested for planning to murder homeless people and put it on the dark web, was instigated to do it by the online group he shared with one of Muskolini's Balillas
www.ildolomiti.it/cronaca/2025...
Google translate at own risk
February 13, 2025 at 11:02 AM
TW: murder, child abuse, politics
Fun fact :
This child that was arrested for planning to murder homeless people and put it on the dark web, was instigated to do it by the online group he shared with one of Muskolini's Balillas
www.ildolomiti.it/cronaca/2025...
Google translate at own risk
Fun fact :
This child that was arrested for planning to murder homeless people and put it on the dark web, was instigated to do it by the online group he shared with one of Muskolini's Balillas
www.ildolomiti.it/cronaca/2025...
Google translate at own risk
Oh btw
That's intentional.
That's intentional.
February 8, 2025 at 12:21 PM
Oh btw
That's intentional.
That's intentional.
Clack clack clack clack ding
Scrooomk
Scrooomk
January 25, 2025 at 1:35 AM
Clack clack clack clack ding
Scrooomk
Scrooomk
It's the ratio for me
December 5, 2024 at 11:40 AM
It's the ratio for me
As long as the dice keep rolling
November 14, 2024 at 4:15 PM
As long as the dice keep rolling
The end gives me its sweetest face
Not the flood or the fire
But the perfumed november spring
With berries and flowers and that first/last chill
The dew, the birdsong, the bees
How grateful /ungrateful I feel
Walking up and down a one-way trod
Not the flood or the fire
But the perfumed november spring
With berries and flowers and that first/last chill
The dew, the birdsong, the bees
How grateful /ungrateful I feel
Walking up and down a one-way trod
November 7, 2024 at 5:11 PM
The end gives me its sweetest face
Not the flood or the fire
But the perfumed november spring
With berries and flowers and that first/last chill
The dew, the birdsong, the bees
How grateful /ungrateful I feel
Walking up and down a one-way trod
Not the flood or the fire
But the perfumed november spring
With berries and flowers and that first/last chill
The dew, the birdsong, the bees
How grateful /ungrateful I feel
Walking up and down a one-way trod