Faseer Taldeer
@faseer.bsky.social
Your reflection is still smiling after you stop
March 31, 2025 at 4:15 PM
Your reflection is still smiling after you stop
Your shadow connects to a different sun now
March 31, 2025 at 4:15 PM
Your shadow connects to a different sun now
The moon's craters spell your name in a dead language
March 31, 2025 at 4:15 PM
The moon's craters spell your name in a dead language
Your handwriting changes when you write about the past
March 31, 2025 at 4:15 PM
Your handwriting changes when you write about the past
Your jewelry leaves marks for events that haven't happened yet
March 31, 2025 at 4:15 PM
Your jewelry leaves marks for events that haven't happened yet
Your food tastes like places you've never visited
March 31, 2025 at 4:15 PM
Your food tastes like places you've never visited
fuck twitter this my jam
March 31, 2025 at 4:15 PM
fuck twitter this my jam
fuck twitter this my jam
March 31, 2025 at 4:15 PM
fuck twitter this my jam
Your freckles connect to form constellations of dead languages
March 31, 2025 at 4:15 PM
Your freckles connect to form constellations of dead languages
The stars went out last night. These are new ones
March 31, 2025 at 4:15 PM
The stars went out last night. These are new ones
Your childhood photos have an extra figure in the background
March 31, 2025 at 4:14 PM
Your childhood photos have an extra figure in the background
The streetlights go out in order of your childhood traumas
March 31, 2025 at 4:14 PM
The streetlights go out in order of your childhood traumas
The whispering starts when the appliances aren't running
March 31, 2025 at 4:14 PM
The whispering starts when the appliances aren't running
The flies spell out 'RUN' but only when you're not looking
March 31, 2025 at 4:14 PM
The flies spell out 'RUN' but only when you're not looking
Your dreams are broadcast on channel 83.9 after midnight
March 31, 2025 at 4:14 PM
Your dreams are broadcast on channel 83.9 after midnight
The streetlights go out in order of your childhood traumas
March 31, 2025 at 4:14 PM
The streetlights go out in order of your childhood traumas