Nefer
@nefertem.bsky.social
Crunchy curmudgeonly exterior, soft nougat filling. PNW transplant now in Mass. Neurodivergent, physically broken, super gay, probably shares too much.
Lover of animals, board games, books, food, science, and video games.
Lover of animals, board games, books, food, science, and video games.
Ohhh ok. I was very confused for a moment. I can see the brains, though. :-D
November 20, 2025 at 11:52 PM
Ohhh ok. I was very confused for a moment. I can see the brains, though. :-D
LOL I can hear this in your voice. :-D
November 5, 2025 at 12:26 PM
LOL I can hear this in your voice. :-D
I think this was 2008.
November 4, 2025 at 8:36 AM
I think this was 2008.
Aww, how sweet. Bring back a souvenir. :-P
October 5, 2025 at 8:51 PM
Aww, how sweet. Bring back a souvenir. :-P
In the end, this is just me moaning and rattling my chains again (like a ghost, fittingly), throwing myself a pity party. No balloons, no cake, just me sulking in the corner of my own haunted house. Alive, but already haunting.
(5/5)
(5/5)
September 12, 2025 at 6:33 AM
In the end, this is just me moaning and rattling my chains again (like a ghost, fittingly), throwing myself a pity party. No balloons, no cake, just me sulking in the corner of my own haunted house. Alive, but already haunting.
(5/5)
(5/5)
The irony is bitter: the dim glow of a monitor, the stolen hours at my desk, are the closest thing I have to real company, and even that slips away.
(4/5)
(4/5)
September 12, 2025 at 6:33 AM
The irony is bitter: the dim glow of a monitor, the stolen hours at my desk, are the closest thing I have to real company, and even that slips away.
(4/5)
(4/5)
Online, I haunt the edges of social interactions like a ghost. Even here, my mental and physical illness drags me down until I vanish, a presence with nothing left to offer but silence.
(3/5)
(3/5)
September 12, 2025 at 6:33 AM
Online, I haunt the edges of social interactions like a ghost. Even here, my mental and physical illness drags me down until I vanish, a presence with nothing left to offer but silence.
(3/5)
(3/5)
I feel empty, clumsy, a burden contributing little of value. Generating only ash and animosity in the few lives I brush against in the physical world.
(2/5)
(2/5)
September 12, 2025 at 6:33 AM
I feel empty, clumsy, a burden contributing little of value. Generating only ash and animosity in the few lives I brush against in the physical world.
(2/5)
(2/5)