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Joey | mojosec | The Least, Maybe
@mojosec.bsky.social
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quite literally a useless piece of plastic full of strangely deliberately placed dead ants

writing poems and music, lest my heart fill to bursting…

he/him

https://linktr.ee/joeytulino
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Foggy mornings here
are a rare a beautiful thing
to be held closely.

cc: @saskya.com
A picture of trees on a foggy morning.
August 14, 2024 at 1:31 PM
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The text of a poem, black text on a white background, that reads: Again and again my heart calls to a life apart. To examine, divide, separate, and abandon all that is not life. To seek intention, simplicity, ease, solitude, quiet. To release what this world calls good, the seeking of success, fame, fortune. To lose myself and to find myself. To know simply to know, to walk simply to walk. To draw inspiration from those who have sought these paths and to carve my own way. To embrace the good, the light, the beauty. To accept that every light has its shadow. To look for peace, always. To find, to make a life truly worth living. So calls my heart.
August 6, 2024 at 5:45 PM
mojosec.bsky.social
And Max says he believes in you.
A photo of a black dog resting his head on a green pillow, his nose quite close to the camera.
August 6, 2024 at 5:35 PM
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Could this be true?
Nobody really talks about this but, once you start healing past traumas and your body comes out of "fight or flight" mode your body will crave a lot of rest And, silence. Your body finally starts to feel safe in the peace + quiet. The calm. You aren't lazy your body is just catching up on all the years it didn't have this stillness. You. Deserve. This.
July 29, 2024 at 5:00 PM
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Still spoonless and quiet, but proof of continued existence…
A picture of me, a white man, sitting on my couch. There is an orange pillow and a green fuzzy blanket behind my head. I’m wearing brown plastic framed glasses and a black tshirt. My hair and beard are shot through with gray. My hair is doing a hair and my face is doing a face.
July 28, 2024 at 5:43 PM
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This one wasn’t done with me yet…

#poetry
The text of a poem, black text on a white background, that reads: We are the ones dreaming dreams. We are the ones making imaginings of all that is, of all that could be. We are the ones singing songs that sing tomorrows into being. We are the ones stirring colors, drawing lights, swirling stars into beauty and maybes and what ifs. We are the ones building monuments to moments and moments into forevers. We are the ones unbounded by the way things have always been. We are the ones looking beyond the beyonds and into infinities. We are the ones who see the unseen, all those ignored by so many. We are the ones who cannot forget though we ourselves are forgotten. We are the ones carving shadows into spaces, spaces not to be feared, but explored and discovered. We are the ones caught in wonder. We are the ones dreaming dreams. The handwritten text of a poem that reads: We are the ones dreaming dreams. We are the ones making imaginings of all that is, of all that could be. We are the ones singing songs that sing tomorrows into being. We are the ones stirring colors, drawing lights, swirling stars into beauty and maybes and what ifs. We are the ones building monuments to moments and moments into forevers. We are the ones unbounded by the way things have always been. We are the ones looking beyond the beyonds and into infinities. We are the ones who see the unseen, all those ignored by so many. We are the ones who cannot forget though we ourselves are forgotten. We are the ones carving shadows into spaces, spaces not to be feared, but explored and discovered. We are the ones caught in wonder. We are the ones dreaming dreams.
July 26, 2024 at 2:06 AM
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If hope is the thing with feathers then grief is made of barbed quills. It buries itself in your heart and you cannot pull it away. The more that you pull, the more that it tears, and the deeper it wends and it wounds. No, you must wait as it works its way through. You may never find yourself on the other side, yet as it moves you will learn to heal. Some wounds are never truly gone. We learn to live through them as they live through us to all of the life still to come.
July 22, 2024 at 3:12 AM
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Black dog with white spot on his chest, mouth open tongue hanging out
July 21, 2024 at 8:59 PM
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Max says he’ll help :)
A photo of a black dog resting his head on a green pillow, his nose quite close to the camera.
July 21, 2024 at 8:14 PM
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If you see this, I IMPLORE you to post a picture from whatever device you're using without explanation.
A window in a brick building. There is a plant inside the window. There are multiple heads for ventriloquists’ dummies looking out from the window sill.
July 21, 2024 at 3:38 PM
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I don’t even remember where I found this, just that I’ve had it saved forever and it always makes me laugh…
A picture from some kind of a list that has a screenshot of a text message exchange. Top text reads: 21. And on cats: Screenshot reads: (sender 1): Big dicks in his brothers bum. (sender 1): Cat* (sender 2): what (sender 2): which word is supposed to be cat Bottom text reads: A tale as old as time.
July 21, 2024 at 12:19 AM
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Pet posting!! Max says hi :)
A black dog in front of a green fuzzy blanket. He’s got brown eyes and a white patch on his neck. His mouth is open in a smile with his tongue slightly out.
July 20, 2024 at 3:41 PM
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show me a picture on your phone that has your energy but isn’t a selfie
Two pictures side by side: On the left, a picture of an Uno card. Text reads “accept that things don’t need to be perfect on the first attempt and to trust the creative process OR draw the whole deck.” On the left, a picture of a person holding an entire deck of cards in their hand covering their face (it’s obviously been photoshopped) with text overlaid that reads “writers and artists”.
July 20, 2024 at 2:33 AM
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I hope this poem finds you…

You are loved.

You are beautiful.

And you are not alone.
I hope this poem finds you. I hope it finds you right where you are, just as you are, and it sees you and it smiles a smile so bright and so big and so warm it reaches out and fills you with light from head to toe and you cannot help but smile back even if only the tiniest bit. I hope it finds you and reminds you wherever you are, whatever you’re going through, you are not alone, that dark as it may get there is always light, and you can always try again. I hope it finds you and it tells you over and over and over again how beautiful you are and even if you can’t feel it, you are loved.
July 19, 2024 at 6:04 PM
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A picture of a xenomorph laying in a bathtub with text above it that reads “Unbothered. Moisturized. Happy. In my lane. Focused. Flourishing.”
July 18, 2024 at 9:03 PM
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For some reason this morning the memory popped into my head of after my divorce when I was growing a beard for the first time & my ex-wife repeatedly told me I needed to “get rid of the pubic hair on my face”. Yeah…she’s a pleasant person.

It’s a repeat selfie, but I don’t care. I like my beard :)
A picture of me, a white man, sitting on my couch. There’s an orange pillow and a green fuzzy blanket behind my head. I’m wearing brown plastic framed glasses and a black tshirt. My hair and beard are shot through with gray. My hair is doing a hair and my face is doing a face.
July 18, 2024 at 1:54 PM
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I’ll make it weird.

My bsky friends:

I love you

:)
A picture from Tiny Buddha of a colorful mandala of layered colors with text that reads: Normalize telling your friends you love them. Tell them a lot. Make it weird.
July 16, 2024 at 10:51 PM
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show me a picture on your device that has your energy but isn't a selfie
Two pictures of actor Keanu Reeves during an interview. In the first he is looking down and the text reads “I don’t want to be part of a world”. In the second he looks to the side towards the interviewer and the text reads “where being kind is weakness.”
July 16, 2024 at 3:47 PM
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I’m not doable, but…
A picture of one end of a piano keyboard with a printed sign that reads “I’m old and I’m tired. Please do not play me.”
July 16, 2024 at 2:58 AM
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A digital billboard against a cloudy sky above a couple of trees with orange text on a black background that reads “can someone plz be proud of me like fuck I’m trying”
July 11, 2024 at 9:44 PM
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A reminder.

In case you need it.

And because I need it.

You are loved.

And you are not alone.
The handwritten text of a poem that reads: You are so much more than what others have done to you. It may be hard to see, harder to believe, but please let me remind you again: you are so much more than what others have done to you. And I will keep reminding you until you can see what I see, just how full of light and beauty you are.
July 10, 2024 at 6:58 PM
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I haven’t shared this one in a while.

#poetry
There is space enough here for you and all that you are. Though it feels like you carry the weight of a thousand lifetimes and the expectations of a thousand more, there is space enough here for you. Though you may not feel like you even know who you are, there is space enough here for you. Though your heart has been broken often enough that you cannot say that it will ever be whole, there is space enough here for you. Though your feet have grown weary and countless miles lay before you, there is space enough here for you. There is space for you just as you are. You need not change. Bring with you all that you carry, all that you have learned, all that you have forgotten, and all that you wish to. Bring with you those you love, those you have loved, those you have not, and those that have not loved you. There is space enough here for you. Lay down what you wish. Take up what you need. And help those as you are able. Everything, all of the time. There is space enough here for you.
July 9, 2024 at 2:20 AM
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Mug share time?? Gladly :)
A closeup of a green glazed hand thrown coffee mug with a badge on the side reading “Death Wish Coffee Co” and a picture of Cthulhu right in the center.
July 8, 2024 at 5:34 PM
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Whaaaaaaaaaa?!? A rare DOUBLE Sunday Selfie?!?!

That’s right. I wanted to throw in my #MaskedSelfie

The only places I don’t mask are my house and my car. Mask goes on before I leave the car, doesn’t come off until I am back inside.

Masking is sexy (I’m not), masking is important, masking is easy.
A picture of me, a white man, sitting in my car. I’m wearing metal framed aviator style sunglasses, a KN95 mask, and a black The Cure tshirt. My hair and what little you can see of my beard are shot through with gray. And my hair continues to hair.
July 7, 2024 at 9:39 PM
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This is where I’m at…
Text reads: I did some financial planning and it looks like I can retire at 97 and live comfortably for eleven minutes Over a picture of “Hide the Pain Harold” meme, showing an older white man with balding white hair and a white beard sitting at a laptop holding a coffee mug and offering the camera a strained smile.
July 7, 2024 at 7:07 PM