Susan
@omasec.bsky.social
Interested in books, music, birds, needlework, TV & movies, Compose a poem every now and then.
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As of Thanksgiving night it's now been a year, the toughest year of my life.
I've tried to do everything right, to be there for my kids everyday, to better myself, to let my actions speak louder than the lies, and to accept that it was never real, that her love was a mirage, and it's time to move on
I've tried to do everything right, to be there for my kids everyday, to better myself, to let my actions speak louder than the lies, and to accept that it was never real, that her love was a mirage, and it's time to move on
November 29, 2025 at 3:06 PM
As of Thanksgiving night it's now been a year, the toughest year of my life.
I've tried to do everything right, to be there for my kids everyday, to better myself, to let my actions speak louder than the lies, and to accept that it was never real, that her love was a mirage, and it's time to move on
I've tried to do everything right, to be there for my kids everyday, to better myself, to let my actions speak louder than the lies, and to accept that it was never real, that her love was a mirage, and it's time to move on
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November 18, 2025 at 2:46 PM
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Someone I loved once handed me something I couldn’t name, a weight I carried around like it knew me better than I knew myself.
I turned it over in my hands for years, trying to understand why it stayed cold no matter how warm my life became.
There were nights when I thought it ...
I turned it over in my hands for years, trying to understand why it stayed cold no matter how warm my life became.
There were nights when I thought it ...
November 19, 2025 at 8:33 PM
Someone I loved once handed me something I couldn’t name, a weight I carried around like it knew me better than I knew myself.
I turned it over in my hands for years, trying to understand why it stayed cold no matter how warm my life became.
There were nights when I thought it ...
I turned it over in my hands for years, trying to understand why it stayed cold no matter how warm my life became.
There were nights when I thought it ...
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BREAKING: Epstein survivors just released one of the most powerful PSAs I’ve ever seen.
Spread this everywhere so every member of the House is forced to watch it.
Just a reminder: Ask about the Epstein list. Every. Single. Day‼️
#BlueCrew #Resist #ResistTrump #ProudBlue #ReleaseTheEpsteinFiles
Spread this everywhere so every member of the House is forced to watch it.
Just a reminder: Ask about the Epstein list. Every. Single. Day‼️
#BlueCrew #Resist #ResistTrump #ProudBlue #ReleaseTheEpsteinFiles
November 17, 2025 at 3:06 PM
BREAKING: Epstein survivors just released one of the most powerful PSAs I’ve ever seen.
Spread this everywhere so every member of the House is forced to watch it.
Just a reminder: Ask about the Epstein list. Every. Single. Day‼️
#BlueCrew #Resist #ResistTrump #ProudBlue #ReleaseTheEpsteinFiles
Spread this everywhere so every member of the House is forced to watch it.
Just a reminder: Ask about the Epstein list. Every. Single. Day‼️
#BlueCrew #Resist #ResistTrump #ProudBlue #ReleaseTheEpsteinFiles
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NEW: Epstein survivors release the most powerful PSA I have ever seen.
Make this go viral so every member of the House of Representatives sees it.
Make this go viral so every member of the House of Representatives sees it.
November 16, 2025 at 11:43 PM
NEW: Epstein survivors release the most powerful PSA I have ever seen.
Make this go viral so every member of the House of Representatives sees it.
Make this go viral so every member of the House of Representatives sees it.
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She winces sometimes when the world moves too fast,
so I learn to slow down for her,
to listen to the rhythm of her breath instead of the clock.
Some nights she hurts,
and I just sit there,
no fixing, no saving,
just two people learning that love can be quiet.
She laughs less on those days,
but...
so I learn to slow down for her,
to listen to the rhythm of her breath instead of the clock.
Some nights she hurts,
and I just sit there,
no fixing, no saving,
just two people learning that love can be quiet.
She laughs less on those days,
but...
November 14, 2025 at 9:59 AM
She winces sometimes when the world moves too fast,
so I learn to slow down for her,
to listen to the rhythm of her breath instead of the clock.
Some nights she hurts,
and I just sit there,
no fixing, no saving,
just two people learning that love can be quiet.
She laughs less on those days,
but...
so I learn to slow down for her,
to listen to the rhythm of her breath instead of the clock.
Some nights she hurts,
and I just sit there,
no fixing, no saving,
just two people learning that love can be quiet.
She laughs less on those days,
but...
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This is the food distribution line at Nellis Air Force Base in Las Vegas 11/7/25. This is what Trump doesn't want you to see.
November 8, 2025 at 7:17 PM
This is the food distribution line at Nellis Air Force Base in Las Vegas 11/7/25. This is what Trump doesn't want you to see.
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Once I tell someone I love them, it sticks,
like a scar under the skin,
quiet, permanent,
whether they stay,
whether they hurt me,
whether they even remember who I am.
like a scar under the skin,
quiet, permanent,
whether they stay,
whether they hurt me,
whether they even remember who I am.
November 6, 2025 at 8:44 PM
Once I tell someone I love them, it sticks,
like a scar under the skin,
quiet, permanent,
whether they stay,
whether they hurt me,
whether they even remember who I am.
like a scar under the skin,
quiet, permanent,
whether they stay,
whether they hurt me,
whether they even remember who I am.
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On cloudy days I long for a sun-kissed beach,
on days full of brightly lit bliss,
I long for the bitter-patter of Tucson monsoons
testing the roof above my bedroom,
but during time spent with you
I can't imagine that I could ever find a better view.
-Samuel Decker Thompson
on days full of brightly lit bliss,
I long for the bitter-patter of Tucson monsoons
testing the roof above my bedroom,
but during time spent with you
I can't imagine that I could ever find a better view.
-Samuel Decker Thompson
November 5, 2025 at 6:06 PM
On cloudy days I long for a sun-kissed beach,
on days full of brightly lit bliss,
I long for the bitter-patter of Tucson monsoons
testing the roof above my bedroom,
but during time spent with you
I can't imagine that I could ever find a better view.
-Samuel Decker Thompson
on days full of brightly lit bliss,
I long for the bitter-patter of Tucson monsoons
testing the roof above my bedroom,
but during time spent with you
I can't imagine that I could ever find a better view.
-Samuel Decker Thompson
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You can’t pull the wings free before they’re strong enough,
you’ll ruin the thing you wanted to see fly.
You can’t dig your fingers into the dirt
and drag a sprout into daylight before it’s ready, it will only whither and die.
You can’t force the mind open like a jammed door,
it needs ...
you’ll ruin the thing you wanted to see fly.
You can’t dig your fingers into the dirt
and drag a sprout into daylight before it’s ready, it will only whither and die.
You can’t force the mind open like a jammed door,
it needs ...
November 3, 2025 at 5:59 PM
You can’t pull the wings free before they’re strong enough,
you’ll ruin the thing you wanted to see fly.
You can’t dig your fingers into the dirt
and drag a sprout into daylight before it’s ready, it will only whither and die.
You can’t force the mind open like a jammed door,
it needs ...
you’ll ruin the thing you wanted to see fly.
You can’t dig your fingers into the dirt
and drag a sprout into daylight before it’s ready, it will only whither and die.
You can’t force the mind open like a jammed door,
it needs ...
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Some people believe the universe has their name written on every good thing,
as if fate keeps a ledger,
as if effort is optional,
but the truth comes slower,
like a bruise forming under the skin,
you either reach for it or you don’t, and most of the time,
it doesn’t reach back.
Sometimes you ...
as if fate keeps a ledger,
as if effort is optional,
but the truth comes slower,
like a bruise forming under the skin,
you either reach for it or you don’t, and most of the time,
it doesn’t reach back.
Sometimes you ...
October 28, 2025 at 3:14 PM
Some people believe the universe has their name written on every good thing,
as if fate keeps a ledger,
as if effort is optional,
but the truth comes slower,
like a bruise forming under the skin,
you either reach for it or you don’t, and most of the time,
it doesn’t reach back.
Sometimes you ...
as if fate keeps a ledger,
as if effort is optional,
but the truth comes slower,
like a bruise forming under the skin,
you either reach for it or you don’t, and most of the time,
it doesn’t reach back.
Sometimes you ...
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Directed by Stephen Rigg, A MODERN ART MASTERPIECE: THE UNTOLD STORY OF FULL METAL JACKET will include a series of over 30 new interviews, extensive and definitive conversations with Matthew Modine (who's also producing the film), Vincent D’Onofrio & Arliss Howard
October 24, 2025 at 1:01 PM
Directed by Stephen Rigg, A MODERN ART MASTERPIECE: THE UNTOLD STORY OF FULL METAL JACKET will include a series of over 30 new interviews, extensive and definitive conversations with Matthew Modine (who's also producing the film), Vincent D’Onofrio & Arliss Howard
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The most beautiful thing,
I think,
isn’t the shine of people pretending to be whole,
but the quiet way someone stays
even when you’re spilling out of yourself.
When they touch the parts you hide
without trying to fix them,
and say, this too is you,
as if it’s something worth keeping.
They don’t ...
I think,
isn’t the shine of people pretending to be whole,
but the quiet way someone stays
even when you’re spilling out of yourself.
When they touch the parts you hide
without trying to fix them,
and say, this too is you,
as if it’s something worth keeping.
They don’t ...
October 24, 2025 at 4:49 PM
The most beautiful thing,
I think,
isn’t the shine of people pretending to be whole,
but the quiet way someone stays
even when you’re spilling out of yourself.
When they touch the parts you hide
without trying to fix them,
and say, this too is you,
as if it’s something worth keeping.
They don’t ...
I think,
isn’t the shine of people pretending to be whole,
but the quiet way someone stays
even when you’re spilling out of yourself.
When they touch the parts you hide
without trying to fix them,
and say, this too is you,
as if it’s something worth keeping.
They don’t ...
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I read a recent interview with Vincent D'Onofrio and he said if Dick Wolf was ever to bring back Criminal Intent, he'd absolutely love to resurrect his Detective Goren character.
October 23, 2025 at 1:17 AM
I read a recent interview with Vincent D'Onofrio and he said if Dick Wolf was ever to bring back Criminal Intent, he'd absolutely love to resurrect his Detective Goren character.
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On October 23, 2007, Full Metal Jacket was released on Blu-ray in the United States. Here’s some original Matthew Modine and Vincent D’Onofrio art!
October 23, 2025 at 10:00 PM
On October 23, 2007, Full Metal Jacket was released on Blu-ray in the United States. Here’s some original Matthew Modine and Vincent D’Onofrio art!
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You try to love them softly,
the way morning light loves the curtain,
but they shut it anyway,
saying it’s too bright,
saying they’re too tired ...
and maybe they are.
tired of needing, tired of trying,
tired of losing what they never understood.
Still, part of you hopes
that one day they’ll see...
the way morning light loves the curtain,
but they shut it anyway,
saying it’s too bright,
saying they’re too tired ...
and maybe they are.
tired of needing, tired of trying,
tired of losing what they never understood.
Still, part of you hopes
that one day they’ll see...
October 22, 2025 at 12:09 PM
You try to love them softly,
the way morning light loves the curtain,
but they shut it anyway,
saying it’s too bright,
saying they’re too tired ...
and maybe they are.
tired of needing, tired of trying,
tired of losing what they never understood.
Still, part of you hopes
that one day they’ll see...
the way morning light loves the curtain,
but they shut it anyway,
saying it’s too bright,
saying they’re too tired ...
and maybe they are.
tired of needing, tired of trying,
tired of losing what they never understood.
Still, part of you hopes
that one day they’ll see...
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On his show, @adamfriedlandnyc.bsky.social asked me about what it's like to be at the center of or an awful, heartbreaking movement like the anti-gun violence movement.
October 23, 2025 at 8:09 PM
On his show, @adamfriedlandnyc.bsky.social asked me about what it's like to be at the center of or an awful, heartbreaking movement like the anti-gun violence movement.