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Ephyrnn
@ephrynn.bsky.social
· Feb 15
every so often i remember that i have unfinished business in the wailing dunes
im just a lamb in sheeps clothing
March 27, 2025 at 4:52 PM
im just a lamb in sheeps clothing
holding a seashell to my ear and revering the whalesong that holds this great dream together
March 25, 2025 at 10:52 PM
holding a seashell to my ear and revering the whalesong that holds this great dream together
delighted to announce that the little faeries who change the seasons are almost finished working on spring
March 13, 2025 at 9:32 AM
delighted to announce that the little faeries who change the seasons are almost finished working on spring
a child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort
March 5, 2025 at 10:06 PM
a child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort
you will be loved again and again and again
March 5, 2025 at 8:37 PM
you will be loved again and again and again
today i am a lone deer venturing forth into the fog of war
February 26, 2025 at 1:09 AM
today i am a lone deer venturing forth into the fog of war
i hope for the day that i can think of you fondly
February 24, 2025 at 10:10 PM
i hope for the day that i can think of you fondly
beware of chasing something so fleeting that you will never catch it. only fools chase after white rabbits
February 24, 2025 at 9:53 PM
beware of chasing something so fleeting that you will never catch it. only fools chase after white rabbits
experimenting with the divination potential of alphabet soup
February 24, 2025 at 5:51 PM
experimenting with the divination potential of alphabet soup
the whetstone purifies the sins of the sword. she invites the memories of the slain into the chambers of her heart, laying their weary souls to rest. only then can she rebirth the blade anew
February 22, 2025 at 8:54 PM
the whetstone purifies the sins of the sword. she invites the memories of the slain into the chambers of her heart, laying their weary souls to rest. only then can she rebirth the blade anew
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snails are a type of wet rabbit
February 21, 2025 at 4:16 AM
snails are a type of wet rabbit
today’s itinerary includes braiding sea grass, crouching, salt licking and petting the ridges of sea shells
February 20, 2025 at 4:20 AM
today’s itinerary includes braiding sea grass, crouching, salt licking and petting the ridges of sea shells
in a way, flowers are like the stars of the earth
February 19, 2025 at 9:54 PM
in a way, flowers are like the stars of the earth
i am a clay doll that came to life when i was granted my true hearts wish to plunge into earths waters and befriend her sacred creatures
February 19, 2025 at 12:52 PM
i am a clay doll that came to life when i was granted my true hearts wish to plunge into earths waters and befriend her sacred creatures
i am the worlds youngest dementia patient
February 19, 2025 at 2:24 AM
i am the worlds youngest dementia patient
slaying bog monsters in my sleeps
February 19, 2025 at 1:22 AM
slaying bog monsters in my sleeps
every so often i remember that i have unfinished business in the wailing dunes
February 15, 2025 at 3:48 AM
every so often i remember that i have unfinished business in the wailing dunes
my mind is an aquarium and it has all my favourite fishes
February 15, 2025 at 3:18 AM
my mind is an aquarium and it has all my favourite fishes
no cat out of his first fur can be deceived by appearances. unlike human beings, who seem to enjoy it
February 15, 2025 at 1:53 AM
no cat out of his first fur can be deceived by appearances. unlike human beings, who seem to enjoy it
i'm just a girl who wields a giant scythe. my mind is taken by the weeds
February 14, 2025 at 9:16 PM
i'm just a girl who wields a giant scythe. my mind is taken by the weeds
if you stand in the little cave behind the waterfall and close your eyes you can hear ancient chimes and the voices of angels
February 12, 2025 at 5:33 PM
if you stand in the little cave behind the waterfall and close your eyes you can hear ancient chimes and the voices of angels
she was the still point in a turning world
February 12, 2025 at 2:04 PM
she was the still point in a turning world