Elvis Dylan
@elvisdylan.bsky.social
metaphors, similes, poetic fragments, quotations, #vss365, #emoetry, photography
November 13, 2025 at 4:33 PM
#emoetry #PulpFiction #FemmeFatale
While I was staring at the red dress, she leaned over and whispered something #sappy in my ear, “Love written on the heart can never be erased.“
I didn’t get it back then, but I think I do now.
While I was staring at the red dress, she leaned over and whispered something #sappy in my ear, “Love written on the heart can never be erased.“
I didn’t get it back then, but I think I do now.
November 13, 2025 at 12:17 PM
#emoetry #PulpFiction #FemmeFatale
While I was staring at the red dress, she leaned over and whispered something #sappy in my ear, “Love written on the heart can never be erased.“
I didn’t get it back then, but I think I do now.
While I was staring at the red dress, she leaned over and whispered something #sappy in my ear, “Love written on the heart can never be erased.“
I didn’t get it back then, but I think I do now.
November 13, 2025 at 11:57 AM
#vss365 #DreamJournal
In my dream, I entered a garden where each flower had a #number written on its stem. The wind moved among them gently, rearranging their order as if to teach me that sequence, that my logical, orderly life is an illusion, a pointless pursuit.
In my dream, I entered a garden where each flower had a #number written on its stem. The wind moved among them gently, rearranging their order as if to teach me that sequence, that my logical, orderly life is an illusion, a pointless pursuit.
November 13, 2025 at 11:01 AM
#vss365 #DreamJournal
In my dream, I entered a garden where each flower had a #number written on its stem. The wind moved among them gently, rearranging their order as if to teach me that sequence, that my logical, orderly life is an illusion, a pointless pursuit.
In my dream, I entered a garden where each flower had a #number written on its stem. The wind moved among them gently, rearranging their order as if to teach me that sequence, that my logical, orderly life is an illusion, a pointless pursuit.
#vss365 #Mathematics #Philosophy #StupidQuestions
Can the intensity with which one feels #love be represented #numerically?
Can the intensity with which one feels #love be represented #numerically?
November 13, 2025 at 10:33 AM
#vss365 #Mathematics #Philosophy #StupidQuestions
Can the intensity with which one feels #love be represented #numerically?
Can the intensity with which one feels #love be represented #numerically?
November 13, 2025 at 4:29 AM
You are standing in the sky.
When we think of the #sky, we tend to look up, but the sky actually begins at the earth. We walk through it, yell into it, rake leaves, wash the dog, and drive cars in it. We breathe it deep within us.
- Diane Ackerman
When we think of the #sky, we tend to look up, but the sky actually begins at the earth. We walk through it, yell into it, rake leaves, wash the dog, and drive cars in it. We breathe it deep within us.
- Diane Ackerman
Three figures in a field | Kazimir Malevich
November 12, 2025 at 6:41 PM
You are standing in the sky.
When we think of the #sky, we tend to look up, but the sky actually begins at the earth. We walk through it, yell into it, rake leaves, wash the dog, and drive cars in it. We breathe it deep within us.
- Diane Ackerman
When we think of the #sky, we tend to look up, but the sky actually begins at the earth. We walk through it, yell into it, rake leaves, wash the dog, and drive cars in it. We breathe it deep within us.
- Diane Ackerman
#emoetry #PulpFiction
Moonlight struck her cheek like a stage light, and she whispered my name like an apology. I warned her - none of that #sappy stuff, not tonight.
Moonlight struck her cheek like a stage light, and she whispered my name like an apology. I warned her - none of that #sappy stuff, not tonight.
November 12, 2025 at 6:34 PM
#emoetry #PulpFiction
Moonlight struck her cheek like a stage light, and she whispered my name like an apology. I warned her - none of that #sappy stuff, not tonight.
Moonlight struck her cheek like a stage light, and she whispered my name like an apology. I warned her - none of that #sappy stuff, not tonight.
November 12, 2025 at 3:48 PM
November 12, 2025 at 1:30 PM
November 12, 2025 at 1:07 PM
#vss365
In #myth, Sisyphus, condemned by the gods, must eternally push a boulder up a hill - only to watch it roll down every time he nears the top.
Some days, I think this myth describes my #Bluesky experience. Daily, I try to offer up something good, then watch it come crashing down, unseen.
In #myth, Sisyphus, condemned by the gods, must eternally push a boulder up a hill - only to watch it roll down every time he nears the top.
Some days, I think this myth describes my #Bluesky experience. Daily, I try to offer up something good, then watch it come crashing down, unseen.
November 12, 2025 at 12:01 PM
#Cubism #PulpDetectiveFiction
#Picasso #Sexy #FemmeFatale #vss365
Well, hello big boy!
I am the femme fatale in
PicassoWorld’s greatest pulp fiction novel. i’m not a #myth. Check out my red dress.
How about you buy me a drink?
#Picasso #Sexy #FemmeFatale #vss365
Well, hello big boy!
I am the femme fatale in
PicassoWorld’s greatest pulp fiction novel. i’m not a #myth. Check out my red dress.
How about you buy me a drink?
November 12, 2025 at 11:35 AM
#Cubism #PulpDetectiveFiction
#Picasso #Sexy #FemmeFatale #vss365
Well, hello big boy!
I am the femme fatale in
PicassoWorld’s greatest pulp fiction novel. i’m not a #myth. Check out my red dress.
How about you buy me a drink?
#Picasso #Sexy #FemmeFatale #vss365
Well, hello big boy!
I am the femme fatale in
PicassoWorld’s greatest pulp fiction novel. i’m not a #myth. Check out my red dress.
How about you buy me a drink?
#vss365 #PulpFiction #FemmeFatale
I wish that the femme fatale in a red dress, the woman who tears your guts out, was a #myth. But it’s not. It’s not.
I wish that the femme fatale in a red dress, the woman who tears your guts out, was a #myth. But it’s not. It’s not.
November 12, 2025 at 11:22 AM
#vss365 #PulpFiction #FemmeFatale
I wish that the femme fatale in a red dress, the woman who tears your guts out, was a #myth. But it’s not. It’s not.
I wish that the femme fatale in a red dress, the woman who tears your guts out, was a #myth. But it’s not. It’s not.
November 12, 2025 at 11:03 AM
November 12, 2025 at 6:16 AM
November 11, 2025 at 6:46 PM
November 11, 2025 at 6:35 PM
#vss365 #PulpFiction
She wore the red dress like it was stitched from danger. I stared too long. She stared back longer. I felt like a man being #measured for his own downfall.
She wore the red dress like it was stitched from danger. I stared too long. She stared back longer. I felt like a man being #measured for his own downfall.
November 11, 2025 at 12:18 PM
#vss365 #PulpFiction
She wore the red dress like it was stitched from danger. I stared too long. She stared back longer. I felt like a man being #measured for his own downfall.
She wore the red dress like it was stitched from danger. I stared too long. She stared back longer. I felt like a man being #measured for his own downfall.
#vss365 #TheAphorist
We are weighed on the scales of wonder. That is the true #measure of our living.
We are weighed on the scales of wonder. That is the true #measure of our living.
November 11, 2025 at 9:17 AM
#vss365 #TheAphorist
We are weighed on the scales of wonder. That is the true #measure of our living.
We are weighed on the scales of wonder. That is the true #measure of our living.
#vss365
to live with #literature
is to live doubly:
once in the visible world,
once in the imagined one
to live with #literature
is to live doubly:
once in the visible world,
once in the imagined one
November 10, 2025 at 9:51 PM
#vss365
to live with #literature
is to live doubly:
once in the visible world,
once in the imagined one
to live with #literature
is to live doubly:
once in the visible world,
once in the imagined one