Phalt
@skunkgunk.bsky.social
Stinkin to high heaven. Trans nonbinary skunk thing
Right there with you.
September 16, 2024 at 12:30 AM
Right there with you.
I didn’t realize you were a lycanroc! The bunny act fooled me.
September 16, 2024 at 12:29 AM
I didn’t realize you were a lycanroc! The bunny act fooled me.
Looks like you got a good wok. Best of luck hashing it out.
September 16, 2024 at 12:28 AM
Looks like you got a good wok. Best of luck hashing it out.
Thanks kc. I had faith once and now it’s gone. I think it’s important we realize the poison that is religion. I wanted to believe in a god of love. Now I know it’s just us. The call of the void. It’s all I know.
September 10, 2024 at 5:44 PM
Thanks kc. I had faith once and now it’s gone. I think it’s important we realize the poison that is religion. I wanted to believe in a god of love. Now I know it’s just us. The call of the void. It’s all I know.
Reposted by Phalt
Remembering the time I was at a con and realized I was standing next to The One Shitty Person when they started bragging about how they used their position as con staff to loudly harass their villain at the registration line.
And they were upset about not getting complimented over it.
And they were upset about not getting complimented over it.
September 10, 2024 at 5:37 PM
Remembering the time I was at a con and realized I was standing next to The One Shitty Person when they started bragging about how they used their position as con staff to loudly harass their villain at the registration line.
And they were upset about not getting complimented over it.
And they were upset about not getting complimented over it.
A new beatitude.
Fuck the doomed. You’re on your own.
Fuck the doomed. You’re on your own.
September 10, 2024 at 5:20 PM
A new beatitude.
Fuck the doomed. You’re on your own.
Fuck the doomed. You’re on your own.
Am I allowed to feel this way? A friend scolded me once. Her art is a gift. But my art is nothing. Empty words on a feed.
Let me go from all this. Let me see what I see in my dreams. Not what is real but what I imagine.
My love is dead. And so am I. Poetry of mess. Love by pain. Death.
Let me go from all this. Let me see what I see in my dreams. Not what is real but what I imagine.
My love is dead. And so am I. Poetry of mess. Love by pain. Death.
September 10, 2024 at 5:14 PM
Am I allowed to feel this way? A friend scolded me once. Her art is a gift. But my art is nothing. Empty words on a feed.
Let me go from all this. Let me see what I see in my dreams. Not what is real but what I imagine.
My love is dead. And so am I. Poetry of mess. Love by pain. Death.
Let me go from all this. Let me see what I see in my dreams. Not what is real but what I imagine.
My love is dead. And so am I. Poetry of mess. Love by pain. Death.
I have not inherited the earth. I have a place in my heart. A void. A darkness that is mine to keep. All I have left of you.
You told me once that you couldn’t love me more than I hated myself. And you were right.
All you are now is a memory. And all I have left is me. Damned forever. ♾️
You told me once that you couldn’t love me more than I hated myself. And you were right.
All you are now is a memory. And all I have left is me. Damned forever. ♾️
September 10, 2024 at 5:11 PM
I have not inherited the earth. I have a place in my heart. A void. A darkness that is mine to keep. All I have left of you.
You told me once that you couldn’t love me more than I hated myself. And you were right.
All you are now is a memory. And all I have left is me. Damned forever. ♾️
You told me once that you couldn’t love me more than I hated myself. And you were right.
All you are now is a memory. And all I have left is me. Damned forever. ♾️