Kimberly Vanderhorst
@kymburlee.bsky.social
AuDHD author of poetry, prose, and magic.
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Pinned
I am made fragile
by the beauty of the stars
by their sharp edges
and fierce burning
a glass heart cracking
beneath the weight
of the sky
#poetry
by the beauty of the stars
by their sharp edges
and fierce burning
a glass heart cracking
beneath the weight
of the sky
#poetry
Whenever I see the punchline “You had ONE job” I become mildly enraged. I’ve never had just one job in all my life. 😂
November 8, 2025 at 9:02 PM
Whenever I see the punchline “You had ONE job” I become mildly enraged. I’ve never had just one job in all my life. 😂
November 2, 2025 at 4:13 PM
November 2, 2025 at 2:40 AM
November 1, 2025 at 10:15 PM
I’m playing a game today where I get up and accomplish some housework every time my dog leaps off my lap to go bark at something.
Lovelies, I am getting SO much done. 😂
Lovelies, I am getting SO much done. 😂
November 1, 2025 at 10:05 PM
I’m playing a game today where I get up and accomplish some housework every time my dog leaps off my lap to go bark at something.
Lovelies, I am getting SO much done. 😂
Lovelies, I am getting SO much done. 😂
oh, love
we are bower birds
collecting the bones
of too many sayings
left unsaid
our feathers stained
by hues of bruise
[indigo, azure,
and dapplings of plum]
you haunt me
in supernovas of silence
till even my marrow
is rendered numb
#poetry
we are bower birds
collecting the bones
of too many sayings
left unsaid
our feathers stained
by hues of bruise
[indigo, azure,
and dapplings of plum]
you haunt me
in supernovas of silence
till even my marrow
is rendered numb
#poetry
October 30, 2025 at 8:31 PM
oh, love
we are bower birds
collecting the bones
of too many sayings
left unsaid
our feathers stained
by hues of bruise
[indigo, azure,
and dapplings of plum]
you haunt me
in supernovas of silence
till even my marrow
is rendered numb
#poetry
we are bower birds
collecting the bones
of too many sayings
left unsaid
our feathers stained
by hues of bruise
[indigo, azure,
and dapplings of plum]
you haunt me
in supernovas of silence
till even my marrow
is rendered numb
#poetry
October 30, 2025 at 1:59 PM
she’s made herself
a m o s a i c heart
from the aftermath
of the ricochets
she is shrapnel
spackled together
with achings
of possibility
#poetry
a m o s a i c heart
from the aftermath
of the ricochets
she is shrapnel
spackled together
with achings
of possibility
#poetry
October 28, 2025 at 10:13 PM
she’s made herself
a m o s a i c heart
from the aftermath
of the ricochets
she is shrapnel
spackled together
with achings
of possibility
#poetry
a m o s a i c heart
from the aftermath
of the ricochets
she is shrapnel
spackled together
with achings
of possibility
#poetry
October 28, 2025 at 4:06 AM
she is
a collector
of the other shoes
the ones
they dropped
along the way
a collector
of the other shoes
the ones
they dropped
along the way
October 27, 2025 at 10:52 PM
she is
a collector
of the other shoes
the ones
they dropped
along the way
a collector
of the other shoes
the ones
they dropped
along the way
they told her the moon
is made of Swiss cheese
and a mad cow jumped
over the whole damn thing
that wishes live in dandelions
in first stars and falling ones
and a thousand other stories
betwixt and between
then they laughed when
her whimsy whispered
loud and long enough
to be seen
#poetry
is made of Swiss cheese
and a mad cow jumped
over the whole damn thing
that wishes live in dandelions
in first stars and falling ones
and a thousand other stories
betwixt and between
then they laughed when
her whimsy whispered
loud and long enough
to be seen
#poetry
October 27, 2025 at 3:22 PM
they told her the moon
is made of Swiss cheese
and a mad cow jumped
over the whole damn thing
that wishes live in dandelions
in first stars and falling ones
and a thousand other stories
betwixt and between
then they laughed when
her whimsy whispered
loud and long enough
to be seen
#poetry
is made of Swiss cheese
and a mad cow jumped
over the whole damn thing
that wishes live in dandelions
in first stars and falling ones
and a thousand other stories
betwixt and between
then they laughed when
her whimsy whispered
loud and long enough
to be seen
#poetry
October 25, 2025 at 2:29 AM
her bones
are made
of paper
her voice
is made
of ink
are made
of paper
her voice
is made
of ink
October 24, 2025 at 7:06 PM
her bones
are made
of paper
her voice
is made
of ink
are made
of paper
her voice
is made
of ink
she is
a burst of berries
upon the tongue
of the world
a burst of berries
upon the tongue
of the world
October 23, 2025 at 10:05 PM
she is
a burst of berries
upon the tongue
of the world
a burst of berries
upon the tongue
of the world
Friend: Anyone else drowning in laundry?
Me: I miss drowning in laundry. I am drowned. I’m a ghost haunting my laundry room.
Also Me: *frantically writes notes for a story about a woman cursed to remain on the mortal plane until her descendants complete her unfinished business, i.e. the laundry*
Me: I miss drowning in laundry. I am drowned. I’m a ghost haunting my laundry room.
Also Me: *frantically writes notes for a story about a woman cursed to remain on the mortal plane until her descendants complete her unfinished business, i.e. the laundry*
October 23, 2025 at 2:42 AM
Friend: Anyone else drowning in laundry?
Me: I miss drowning in laundry. I am drowned. I’m a ghost haunting my laundry room.
Also Me: *frantically writes notes for a story about a woman cursed to remain on the mortal plane until her descendants complete her unfinished business, i.e. the laundry*
Me: I miss drowning in laundry. I am drowned. I’m a ghost haunting my laundry room.
Also Me: *frantically writes notes for a story about a woman cursed to remain on the mortal plane until her descendants complete her unfinished business, i.e. the laundry*