Falcon Prime
@falconprime.bsky.social
Every time I'm doomscrolling TikTok and see a stitch or comment talking about how we need a revolution, my brain recalls this scene as an autonomic response.
September 3, 2025 at 10:15 PM
Every time I'm doomscrolling TikTok and see a stitch or comment talking about how we need a revolution, my brain recalls this scene as an autonomic response.
"What are you thinking?"
"How are you feeling?"
"What have we done to each other?"
"How are you feeling?"
"What have we done to each other?"
January 22, 2025 at 5:29 PM
"What are you thinking?"
"How are you feeling?"
"What have we done to each other?"
"How are you feeling?"
"What have we done to each other?"
"My husband offered both our futures to stop one fascist bullet from embedding itself in a mud bank. That is the definition of nothing."
"Seems a bit reductive."
"Pragmatic."
"Seems a bit reductive."
"Pragmatic."
December 13, 2024 at 5:46 AM
"My husband offered both our futures to stop one fascist bullet from embedding itself in a mud bank. That is the definition of nothing."
"Seems a bit reductive."
"Pragmatic."
"Seems a bit reductive."
"Pragmatic."
Part of me doesn't even want to use this. Twitter was a place where I could get political hot takes out of my system.
Now I just feel dead inside. Like it's all pointless to even discuss.
And the things I do want to say will upset people I love.
Now I just feel dead inside. Like it's all pointless to even discuss.
And the things I do want to say will upset people I love.
December 10, 2024 at 5:03 AM
Part of me doesn't even want to use this. Twitter was a place where I could get political hot takes out of my system.
Now I just feel dead inside. Like it's all pointless to even discuss.
And the things I do want to say will upset people I love.
Now I just feel dead inside. Like it's all pointless to even discuss.
And the things I do want to say will upset people I love.
