Nyssa Sylvatica
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Nyssa Sylvatica
@freakbeacon.bsky.social
40. AuDHD. California sober on the east coast. Queer in a straight presenting relationship. Witch. Mother of five. Perimenopausal AF. Chronic pain baddie. Self-love newbie. Ferociously pro-choice, pro-trans, pro-BIPOC. Fueled by feminine rage.
Shia LeBeouf Live but it’s Elon Musk in the woods with a chainsaw. Actual Cannibal Elon Musk.
March 5, 2025 at 2:46 PM
God forbid anyone confuse me with being straight (just because I like ONE GUY.)
March 4, 2025 at 9:02 PM
They don’t call me the Bart Simpson of Scranton for nothing.
March 4, 2025 at 12:50 AM
Layla is 7 years old and in the five years I’ve known her, and 2 years I’ve lived with her, she has never liked being held. She was shy, skittish, and peed all over the house constantly. Now she demands to be carried and take naps on my lap in the sunshine, just in the last month. I’ll take it.
March 3, 2025 at 4:27 PM
Would smell better, too.
March 1, 2025 at 3:47 PM
Vanity, thy name is Nyssa.
Here’s to more hair on my scalp in 3-6 months.
March 1, 2025 at 2:04 PM
Just a gal and her emotional support found fox skeleton. You’re gonna be one hell of a succulent garden someday.
February 26, 2025 at 2:35 PM
Ode to a little cat. Gone but never forgotten.
February 24, 2025 at 3:43 PM
Just an AuDHD gal and her emotional support beverages.
February 23, 2025 at 7:21 PM
Thrift store gold.
Keep Calm and NASA on, and FUCK Elon.
February 22, 2025 at 8:04 PM
February 22, 2025 at 4:18 PM
Not feeling great but walking in the woods is good medicine.
February 18, 2025 at 11:22 PM
The amount of time I spend in self-storage lots, you can’t even fathom.
February 15, 2025 at 9:05 PM
Some girls get Valentine's Day flowers and chocolates.
I get to help my boyfriend move.
And General Tso's chicken.
This is the kind of love I was always looking for.
February 15, 2025 at 4:17 PM
The cats have figured out the cheat code for infinite wet food, Grandma’s dementia.
February 13, 2025 at 1:27 PM
That’s not the driveway, silly.
February 12, 2025 at 4:51 PM
Emboldened by my success with replacing the kitchen faucet, I decided to try installing a new shower head.
February 10, 2025 at 10:27 PM
In November, I left my job to become full time caregiver for my grandmother with dementia. As her care needs increase, I’m learning to adapt my essential self-care. Moving my body at all is more important than moving my body in my preferred conditions (alone and blasting my music).
February 9, 2025 at 4:22 PM
Always just a box of hair dye and a deep condition from remembering who the fuck I am. Self care as an act of resistance.
February 6, 2025 at 6:22 PM
Bothered. Inadequately moisturized. Emotionally dysregulated. Executively dysfunctional. Raging against the machine. Beasting the boys. Punking in drublic. As one does in times such as these.
February 5, 2025 at 2:52 PM