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@helloimrowan.bsky.social
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31 · they/them · roc, ny · non-binary · queer · certified cryptid, part-time puppy, full time critter

probably reading, writing, stargazing, or yapping about something nerdy
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a meme screenshot of a horse standing at a beach and staring into the water with top-text thats says "Man."
January 8, 2026 at 3:10 AM
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i've uh... been places~

tenpages.github.io/us-level/us.html
a screenshot of a map of the United States color coded by all the places I've Lived, Stayed, Visited, Stopped, Passed Through or Never Been each giving a point value. Total points is 85.
January 7, 2026 at 4:53 AM
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018 - People by Yevgeny Yevtushenko
Screenshot of text: People by Yevgeny Yevtushenko There are no boring people in this world. Each fate is like the history of a planet. And no two planets are alike at all. Each is distinct — you simply can’t compare it. If someone lived without attracting notice and made a friend of their obscurity — then their uniqueness was precisely this. Their very plainness made them interesting. Each person has a world that’s all their own. Each of those worlds must have its finest moment and each must have its hour of bitter torment — and yet, to us, both hours remain unknown. When people die, they do not die alone. They die along with their first kiss, first combat. They take away their first day in the snow… All gone, all gone — there’s just no way to stop it. There may be much that’s fated to remain, but something — something leaves us all the same. The rules are cruel, the game nightmarish — it isn’t people but whole worlds that perish. People die. Their deaths can’t be reversed. Their secret worlds won’t be traversed again. And all that’s ever left for me to do is cry, How can we lose you, too?
January 2, 2026 at 4:11 PM
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i once saw someone compare the shape to the Lin-Manuel Miranda piss denial pose
Lin-Manuel Miranda posing with his hands in his pockets and legs twisted
December 21, 2025 at 7:52 PM
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017 - Hug the Air by Ariel J.
Screenshot of text: Hug the Air by Ariel J. I started getting what I asked for and I got scared. I almost handed it back. ‘Cause I ain’t never been up that high I started livin’ how I asked for and then I rebelled Like I was under attack ‘Cause I ain’t never been up that high I started flyin’ like I seen it in my dreams for years, and then I fell scared of wings growing out my back ‘Cause I ain’t never been up that high But when I hit the ground, see the soil held me close and whispered, ”You’ll do well. Hug the air and she will hug you back.” “I know you never been up that high.” Then the rain came and washed me clean A strike of lightning set some fire to my dreams And the wind climbed under my wings lifted me up again with one big swing and I was flyin’ Beaming with pride, I know the elements are cracking a smile. I think I’m ready now. Wow. I ain’t never been up this high
December 18, 2025 at 2:50 PM
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016 - Ghosting by Andrea Cohen
Screenshot of text: Ghosting by Andrea Cohen How cavalier people are— with language and with silence. Any ghost will tell you— the last thing we mean to do is leave you.
December 12, 2025 at 9:46 PM
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literally just this
December 4, 2025 at 1:16 AM
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015 - How I Go To The Woods by Mary Oliver
Screenshot of text: How I Go To The Woods by Mary Oliver Ordinarily I go to the woods alone, with not a single friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore unsuitable. I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of praying, as you no doubt have yours. Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds, until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost unhearable sound of the roses singing. — If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love you very much.
December 3, 2025 at 9:40 PM
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i don't share my personal work often, if at all. but i hope y'all enjoy this poem i wrote recently.
Screenshot of text: Anxious Heart by Rowan My anxious heart, beating fast— *hear it drumming in my chest?* Perhaps, it is my first time on this Earth. A fresh soul, unrefined and raw— experiencing its inaugural life acclimating to the entropy of *this* Brand New Universe. (to me, at least) If you choose to hold me, be gentle speak softly grant me the courtesy of patience while I find my footing. But know, this anxious heart is still learning to be safe and to survive. If not, to *live* this first life.
November 29, 2025 at 7:47 PM
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pecan pie part I of II

gotta let it cool. making another one this weekend for friendsgiving too =u=
a close up photo of a freshly baked pecan pie
November 27, 2025 at 1:37 AM
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014 - What Gorgeous Thing by Mary Oliver
Screenshot of text: What Gorgeous Thing by Mary Oliver I do not know what gorgeous thing the bluebird keeps saying. his voice easing out of his throat, beak, body into the pink air of the early morning. I like it whatever it is. Sometimes it seems the only thing in the world that is without dark thoughts. Sometimes it seems the only thing in the world that is without questions that can’t and probably never will be answered, the only thing that is entirely content with the pink, then clear white morning and, gratefully, says so.
November 26, 2025 at 2:48 PM
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013 - In the Desert by Stephen Crane
Screenshot of text: In the Desert by Stephen Crane In the desert I saw a creature, naked, bestial, Who, squatting upon the ground, Held his heart in his hands, And ate of it. I said, ‘Is it good, friend?’ ’It is bitter — bitter,’ he answered; ’But I like it Because it is bitter, And because it is my heart.’
November 24, 2025 at 12:17 AM
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slutcloud gang
a screenshot of a Non-monogamy Compass result from relationship-compass.com 4 sectors in the chart; biblical patriarch, #tradlife, polycule slutcloud, practical progressive the red dot for my results lie in the polycule slutcoud sector of the chart.
November 21, 2025 at 4:46 PM
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012 - The Summer Day by Mary Oliver
Screenshot of text: The Summer day by Mary Oliver Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the black bear? Who made the grasshopper? This grasshopper, I mean— the one who has flung herself out of the grass, the one who is eating sugar out of my hand, who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down— who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes. Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face. Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away. I don’t know exactly what a prayer is. I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass, how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields, which is what I have been doing all day. Tell me, what else should I have done? Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?
November 18, 2025 at 8:28 PM
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011 - The Patience of Ordinary Things by Pat Schneider
Screenshot of text: The Patience of Ordinary Things by Pat Schneider It is a kind of love, is it not? How the cup holds the tea, How the chair stands sturdy and foursquare, How the floor receives the bottoms of shoes Or toes. How soles of feet know Where they’re supposed to be. I’ve been thinking about the patience Of ordinary things, how clothes Wait respectfully in closets And soap dries quietly in the dish, And towels drink the wet From the skin of the back. And the lovely repetition of stairs. And what is more generous than a window?
November 17, 2025 at 2:41 AM
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look gary, there i am!
spongebob's hand pointing at my pfp found in the original image
November 13, 2025 at 2:24 AM
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love getting lost in interior design projects... gonna be trying my paws at some DIY board and batten wainscoting for my bedroom. just doing an accent wall, but i got all the measurements done! time to finalize the color and wallpaper!
a diagram of measurements for a five panel board and batten plate rail wainscoting design.
November 5, 2025 at 2:39 AM
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010 - Summer Kitchen by Donald Hall
Screenshot of text: Summer Kitchen by Donald Hall In June’s high light she stood at the sink With a glass of wine, And listened for the bobolink, And crushed garlic in late sunshine. I watched her cooking, from my chair, She pressed her lips Together, reached for kitchenware, And tasted sauce from her fingertips. “It’s ready now. Come on”, she said. “You light the candle.” We ate, and talked, and went to bed, And slept. It was a miracle.
October 20, 2025 at 11:00 PM
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009 - Poem by Langston Hughes
Screenshot of text: Poem by Langston Hughes (To F.S.) I loved my friend. He went away from me. There’s nothing more to say. The poem ends, Soft as it began,— I loved my friend.
October 16, 2025 at 2:57 AM
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008 - Leave the Vase Broken by Melinda Reiss
Screenshot of text: Leave the Vase Broken by Melinda Reiss The only thing we had in common was that we both didn’t love me. You, by never staying, me, by never leaving.
October 12, 2025 at 4:55 AM
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007 - Unnamed by Izumi Shikibu
Screenshot of text: Unnamed by Izumi Shikibu In this world love has no color — yet how deeply my body is stained by yours.
October 8, 2025 at 3:32 PM
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006 - Do not ask your children to strive by William Martin
Screenshot of text: Do not ask your children to strive by William Martin Do not ask your children to strive for extraordinary lives. Such striving may seem admirable, but it is the way of foolishness. Help them instead find the wonder and the marvel of an ordinary life. Show them the joy of tasting tomatoes, apples and pears. Show them how to cry when pets and people die. Show them the infinite pleasure in the touch of a hand. And make the ordinary come alive for them. The extraordinary will take care of itself.
October 4, 2025 at 11:40 PM
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005 - What I Mean When I Say I'm Tired by K.E. Sermonté
Screenshot of text: What I Mean When I Say I'm Tired by K.E. Sermonté I don’t mean I want sleep. I mean I want to disappear for a while. To be rain on a stranger’s roof. To be smoke rising from someone else’s fire. I don’t want to die. But I do want to rest in a way the world has never allowed me. I don’t want comfort. I want quiet. I want the mercy of being unseen without being unloved.
October 4, 2025 at 4:19 AM
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004 - I Worried by Mary Oliver
Screenshot of text: I Worried by Mary Oliver I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers flow in the right direction, will the earth turn as it was taught, and if not how shall I correct it? Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven, can I do better? Will I ever be able to sing, even the sparrows can do it and I am, well, hopeless. Is my eyesight fading or am I just imagining it, am I going to get rheumatism, lockjaw, dementia? Finally I saw that worrying had come to nothing. And gave it up. And took my old body and went out into the morning, and sang.
October 4, 2025 at 4:18 AM
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003 - Tired by Langston Hughes
Screenshot of text: Tired by Langston Hughes I am so tired of waiting, Aren’t you? For the world to become good And beautiful and kind? Let us take a knife And cut the world in two— And see what the worms are eating At the rind.
September 25, 2025 at 2:07 PM