Brigid Hannon
@hamneggs716.bsky.social
Writer from Buffalo, NY, with a soft spot for poetry. 📚
Forever following detours. 🌻
Send coffee. ☕️
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Forever following detours. 🌻
Send coffee. ☕️
💜 Brigidhannon.com 💜
Please unfollow me immediately.
July 4, 2025 at 4:13 PM
Please unfollow me immediately.
Unprecedented times.
June 22, 2025 at 3:28 PM
Unprecedented times.
What in in the fucking-fuckety- FUCK. 🔥
June 22, 2025 at 12:49 AM
What in in the fucking-fuckety- FUCK. 🔥
Hey Self! Remember that time when you went to college to be a history teacher and then had a nervous breakdown and it was the end of your academic life, but then you realized 20 years later that you dodged the biggest bullet ever shot? Good times.
May 25, 2025 at 2:59 PM
Hey Self! Remember that time when you went to college to be a history teacher and then had a nervous breakdown and it was the end of your academic life, but then you realized 20 years later that you dodged the biggest bullet ever shot? Good times.
New year, new ride.
January 30, 2025 at 1:58 AM
New year, new ride.
A reason to leave the house.
January 22, 2025 at 2:16 PM
A reason to leave the house.
Somebody read my ENTIRE blog today. Flattered or terrified? Unsure.
January 11, 2025 at 5:08 PM
Somebody read my ENTIRE blog today. Flattered or terrified? Unsure.
Anyone else being harassed daily by a green owl??
January 4, 2025 at 2:44 PM
Anyone else being harassed daily by a green owl??
Tis the season...
December 30, 2024 at 6:28 PM
Tis the season...
Show me a pic on your phone that has your energy but is NOT a selfie.
December 5, 2024 at 6:35 PM
Show me a pic on your phone that has your energy but is NOT a selfie.
And so begins my first holiday season without the guy. Here is a tiny poem I wrote for him, once.
November 28, 2024 at 7:33 PM
And so begins my first holiday season without the guy. Here is a tiny poem I wrote for him, once.
"Sir, we can't seat you. You're not Mr. Brookside. You're obviously four raccoons in a trenchcoat. Please leave the restaurant, or I'll have to get the hose." #whispr
September 4, 2023 at 2:14 PM
"Sir, we can't seat you. You're not Mr. Brookside. You're obviously four raccoons in a trenchcoat. Please leave the restaurant, or I'll have to get the hose." #whispr