Ishmael The Whale
@liminallies.bsky.social
I'm a writer, but doing real bad at it at the moment. Three time champion of the all-conference awkward Olympics (uncontested). Kind of a smart-ass.
Sometimes I wonder if the shit I don't say is the shit I should.
June 23, 2025 at 8:01 AM
Sometimes I wonder if the shit I don't say is the shit I should.
Lead convinced a coworker to stay an hour late. I look at her and say 'You're a better person than me, because I'd've been the fuck out of here."
She says "See, I feel empathy..."
Lead interrupts "I don't think Kyle ever feels anything but annoyed."
Oh, how very little management understands.
She says "See, I feel empathy..."
Lead interrupts "I don't think Kyle ever feels anything but annoyed."
Oh, how very little management understands.
June 23, 2025 at 7:57 AM
Lead convinced a coworker to stay an hour late. I look at her and say 'You're a better person than me, because I'd've been the fuck out of here."
She says "See, I feel empathy..."
Lead interrupts "I don't think Kyle ever feels anything but annoyed."
Oh, how very little management understands.
She says "See, I feel empathy..."
Lead interrupts "I don't think Kyle ever feels anything but annoyed."
Oh, how very little management understands.
I fucking love Blue Valentine
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𝘽𝙡𝙪𝙚 𝙑𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙚 : 𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬
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𝐀𝐬𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 : 𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟖 : 𝟒𝟗:𝟑𝟐
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𝙄 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙣 𝙖 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣
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𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨 𝙖 𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩
June 23, 2025 at 7:51 AM
I fucking love Blue Valentine
Girl came in with her new boyfriend today. I hadn't met him yet, so when he walked in I was like 'he seems cool'. And then she came in behind him and my brain snapped straight to jealousy mode, and every neuron shouted 'okay, fuck that guy' all at once.
It's cool. I'm cool. Be cool.
It's cool. I'm cool. Be cool.
June 23, 2025 at 7:47 AM
Girl came in with her new boyfriend today. I hadn't met him yet, so when he walked in I was like 'he seems cool'. And then she came in behind him and my brain snapped straight to jealousy mode, and every neuron shouted 'okay, fuck that guy' all at once.
It's cool. I'm cool. Be cool.
It's cool. I'm cool. Be cool.
Maybe it doesn't make sense anymore, but I stopped asking questions because questions have answers and I don't want answers - I just want the question.
I don't need truth, I need hope. The answers have never given me that.
I don't need truth, I need hope. The answers have never given me that.
June 23, 2025 at 7:24 AM
Maybe it doesn't make sense anymore, but I stopped asking questions because questions have answers and I don't want answers - I just want the question.
I don't need truth, I need hope. The answers have never given me that.
I don't need truth, I need hope. The answers have never given me that.
"I don't mind going to hell later, if it means I can hold an angel right now."
Another line from an embarrassing role-play that goes kinda hard.
Another line from an embarrassing role-play that goes kinda hard.
April 30, 2025 at 3:39 AM
"I don't mind going to hell later, if it means I can hold an angel right now."
Another line from an embarrassing role-play that goes kinda hard.
Another line from an embarrassing role-play that goes kinda hard.
I just realized all my recent posts have been on my alt account, and I straight up vanished from this one for weeks. Whoops.
April 29, 2025 at 5:18 PM
I just realized all my recent posts have been on my alt account, and I straight up vanished from this one for weeks. Whoops.
So lately I've been low-key obsessed with the concept of queerplatonic relationships. It's never been my thing before, but the idea of being that intimate with someone you're not romantically involved with... it's appealing, not gonna lie.
April 29, 2025 at 5:11 PM
So lately I've been low-key obsessed with the concept of queerplatonic relationships. It's never been my thing before, but the idea of being that intimate with someone you're not romantically involved with... it's appealing, not gonna lie.
She quit after all. I get why, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't disapointed.
They're not giving the adorable girl enough shifts, and she's thinking about quitting.
Is it wrong that I'm thinking about stepping up to bat for her just because everything she does is so damn cute to me?
Hmmm....
Is it wrong that I'm thinking about stepping up to bat for her just because everything she does is so damn cute to me?
Hmmm....
April 2, 2025 at 9:37 AM
She quit after all. I get why, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't disapointed.
People get thrown off when I talk about my youngest sibling. I mention my sisters, and my sibling.
They get confused, ask if they're my sister or my brother. I'm tired of explaining, so I just say yes.
What's so hard to get? They're my sibling. Who gives a fuck what pronouns they're using today?
They get confused, ask if they're my sister or my brother. I'm tired of explaining, so I just say yes.
What's so hard to get? They're my sibling. Who gives a fuck what pronouns they're using today?
April 2, 2025 at 9:34 AM
People get thrown off when I talk about my youngest sibling. I mention my sisters, and my sibling.
They get confused, ask if they're my sister or my brother. I'm tired of explaining, so I just say yes.
What's so hard to get? They're my sibling. Who gives a fuck what pronouns they're using today?
They get confused, ask if they're my sister or my brother. I'm tired of explaining, so I just say yes.
What's so hard to get? They're my sibling. Who gives a fuck what pronouns they're using today?
Today, while texting a friend, I misspelled a word badly enough that my phone autocorrected it to something absolutely bizarre.
So if anyone would like to unbury me when I'm done dying from embarrassment, my appreciation would be gentle urine.*
*genuine
So if anyone would like to unbury me when I'm done dying from embarrassment, my appreciation would be gentle urine.*
*genuine
March 20, 2025 at 12:58 AM
Today, while texting a friend, I misspelled a word badly enough that my phone autocorrected it to something absolutely bizarre.
So if anyone would like to unbury me when I'm done dying from embarrassment, my appreciation would be gentle urine.*
*genuine
So if anyone would like to unbury me when I'm done dying from embarrassment, my appreciation would be gentle urine.*
*genuine
They're not giving the adorable girl enough shifts, and she's thinking about quitting.
Is it wrong that I'm thinking about stepping up to bat for her just because everything she does is so damn cute to me?
Hmmm....
Is it wrong that I'm thinking about stepping up to bat for her just because everything she does is so damn cute to me?
Hmmm....
March 17, 2025 at 12:22 AM
They're not giving the adorable girl enough shifts, and she's thinking about quitting.
Is it wrong that I'm thinking about stepping up to bat for her just because everything she does is so damn cute to me?
Hmmm....
Is it wrong that I'm thinking about stepping up to bat for her just because everything she does is so damn cute to me?
Hmmm....
I play this game, whenever I go somewhere new. It's a little mental exercise called 'would this place be safe in a zombie attack?'
It's not just a quirky little hypothetical - it's a coping mechanism for my anxiety. Before I added zombies, my hypotheticals were more... grounded.
This is better.
It's not just a quirky little hypothetical - it's a coping mechanism for my anxiety. Before I added zombies, my hypotheticals were more... grounded.
This is better.
March 7, 2025 at 1:40 AM
I play this game, whenever I go somewhere new. It's a little mental exercise called 'would this place be safe in a zombie attack?'
It's not just a quirky little hypothetical - it's a coping mechanism for my anxiety. Before I added zombies, my hypotheticals were more... grounded.
This is better.
It's not just a quirky little hypothetical - it's a coping mechanism for my anxiety. Before I added zombies, my hypotheticals were more... grounded.
This is better.
My sister bought - and I'm not exaggerating- *36 pounds* of Chinese takeout. I have two huge pans of lo mein and fried rice sitting in my kitchen right now because this woman has no idea what she's doing and she ordered three party platters last night for herself and her boyfriend.
March 6, 2025 at 3:25 PM
My sister bought - and I'm not exaggerating- *36 pounds* of Chinese takeout. I have two huge pans of lo mein and fried rice sitting in my kitchen right now because this woman has no idea what she's doing and she ordered three party platters last night for herself and her boyfriend.
I like *everything* she does. No, like, I can't actually explain it; the way she moves, the way she talks, the sound of her voice... it's all so fucking adorable to me. This girl could *breath* and break my heart.
That doesn't happen. I get crushes, sure, but fuck, man, what do you do with this?
That doesn't happen. I get crushes, sure, but fuck, man, what do you do with this?
March 5, 2025 at 1:39 PM
I like *everything* she does. No, like, I can't actually explain it; the way she moves, the way she talks, the sound of her voice... it's all so fucking adorable to me. This girl could *breath* and break my heart.
That doesn't happen. I get crushes, sure, but fuck, man, what do you do with this?
That doesn't happen. I get crushes, sure, but fuck, man, what do you do with this?
I've been up for two hours, but good morning.
March 5, 2025 at 1:23 PM
I've been up for two hours, but good morning.
Honestly, I like this picture of me because in it, I'm two weeks deep in a depression, and I hadn't trimmed or combed my beard at all, and I can see the exhaustion in my face, but you know what?
I look okay.
I look okay.
March 5, 2025 at 1:14 PM
Honestly, I like this picture of me because in it, I'm two weeks deep in a depression, and I hadn't trimmed or combed my beard at all, and I can see the exhaustion in my face, but you know what?
I look okay.
I look okay.
Honestly, if I wasn't this sick, I'd be a real prick.
Mental illness gave me empathy - pain gave me perspective. Struggle gave me strength. Sickness gave me something to say.
Every time I stumble, it keep me humble - every time I rise, it's a little more wise.
This isn't poetry. It's just me.
Mental illness gave me empathy - pain gave me perspective. Struggle gave me strength. Sickness gave me something to say.
Every time I stumble, it keep me humble - every time I rise, it's a little more wise.
This isn't poetry. It's just me.
March 5, 2025 at 12:55 PM
Honestly, if I wasn't this sick, I'd be a real prick.
Mental illness gave me empathy - pain gave me perspective. Struggle gave me strength. Sickness gave me something to say.
Every time I stumble, it keep me humble - every time I rise, it's a little more wise.
This isn't poetry. It's just me.
Mental illness gave me empathy - pain gave me perspective. Struggle gave me strength. Sickness gave me something to say.
Every time I stumble, it keep me humble - every time I rise, it's a little more wise.
This isn't poetry. It's just me.
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Not everything is a joke. Just the important things.
March 5, 2025 at 3:54 AM
Not everything is a joke. Just the important things.
I haven't been around much. Shit's been terrible.
And busy.
And busy.
March 3, 2025 at 4:40 AM
I haven't been around much. Shit's been terrible.
And busy.
And busy.
Blues and roots and rock'n'roll - stomp and swagger and smoke in your lungs. Moonshine and prison wine and dusty boots and faded suits. Songs and sadness and street lights. Something someone wants you to know, secrets shared in a neon glow.
Somewhere I wish we could go.
Somewhere I wish we could go.
February 10, 2025 at 11:14 AM
Blues and roots and rock'n'roll - stomp and swagger and smoke in your lungs. Moonshine and prison wine and dusty boots and faded suits. Songs and sadness and street lights. Something someone wants you to know, secrets shared in a neon glow.
Somewhere I wish we could go.
Somewhere I wish we could go.
I would just like to take this moment to once again publicly state that Trump is a human shitstain, an ambulatory pile of dumpster grease, and exactly as charismatic as a festering, pus-wheeping boil on the ass of a particularly mangy dog.
What I'm saying is I hate that guy.
What I'm saying is I hate that guy.
February 3, 2025 at 4:48 AM
I would just like to take this moment to once again publicly state that Trump is a human shitstain, an ambulatory pile of dumpster grease, and exactly as charismatic as a festering, pus-wheeping boil on the ass of a particularly mangy dog.
What I'm saying is I hate that guy.
What I'm saying is I hate that guy.
I will brush off a lot of ignorant shit because, frankly, life's too short to fight every battle.
But I have a fucking limit, okay? And lest we forget, impulse control is one of my problems.
But I have a fucking limit, okay? And lest we forget, impulse control is one of my problems.
February 3, 2025 at 4:44 AM
I will brush off a lot of ignorant shit because, frankly, life's too short to fight every battle.
But I have a fucking limit, okay? And lest we forget, impulse control is one of my problems.
But I have a fucking limit, okay? And lest we forget, impulse control is one of my problems.
"Look, if you don't know what's sexy about a guy who's willing to spend an hour on his knees, his head in an awkward position, holding his breath... I don't know what I can do for you." - me, explaining why I clean the ovens.
February 2, 2025 at 5:33 AM
"Look, if you don't know what's sexy about a guy who's willing to spend an hour on his knees, his head in an awkward position, holding his breath... I don't know what I can do for you." - me, explaining why I clean the ovens.