Tanya, but dead inside. 👻
@tanyaduncan.bsky.social
Quilting, jewelry, maker-of-things. She/her. Disabled but only on the inside. Intent on polluting the shades of Pemberly.
I don’t know how many ways I can tell ya’ll that I’m not a writer. Seriously. I wish I were.
I don’t know how many ways I can tell ya’ll that I’m not a writer. Seriously. I wish I were.
“My head’s spinning a little” is such a classy way to say “what the fuck?!”.
November 12, 2025 at 12:41 AM
“My head’s spinning a little” is such a classy way to say “what the fuck?!”.
Yeah but he isn’t a millenial so it’s fine.
November 11, 2025 at 6:35 PM
Yeah but he isn’t a millenial so it’s fine.
Also, insisting on talking to someone on the phone is ableist, bro.
November 11, 2025 at 6:23 PM
Also, insisting on talking to someone on the phone is ableist, bro.
No. It’s simply too much food. You go to a teriyaki place and you come away with two cups of cooked white rice and two chicken breasts, plus either a noodly thing or a little salad.
I order two, with sauce on the side (in a lil cup) ; my spouse and I eat one and split the other for lunches.
I order two, with sauce on the side (in a lil cup) ; my spouse and I eat one and split the other for lunches.
November 11, 2025 at 2:44 PM
No. It’s simply too much food. You go to a teriyaki place and you come away with two cups of cooked white rice and two chicken breasts, plus either a noodly thing or a little salad.
I order two, with sauce on the side (in a lil cup) ; my spouse and I eat one and split the other for lunches.
I order two, with sauce on the side (in a lil cup) ; my spouse and I eat one and split the other for lunches.
“May I please have my sock?”
“What, DIS? Dis MY sock.”
“What, DIS? Dis MY sock.”
November 11, 2025 at 7:47 AM
“May I please have my sock?”
“What, DIS? Dis MY sock.”
“What, DIS? Dis MY sock.”
Me: to everything, there is a Season.
(Also me:I have two different crochet projects next to my bed, and a quilt that needs binding. Apparently my two Seasons are Handicrafts and Death.)
(Also me:I have two different crochet projects next to my bed, and a quilt that needs binding. Apparently my two Seasons are Handicrafts and Death.)
November 11, 2025 at 4:54 AM
Me: to everything, there is a Season.
(Also me:I have two different crochet projects next to my bed, and a quilt that needs binding. Apparently my two Seasons are Handicrafts and Death.)
(Also me:I have two different crochet projects next to my bed, and a quilt that needs binding. Apparently my two Seasons are Handicrafts and Death.)
Brutal.
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November 11, 2025 at 4:33 AM
Brutal.
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Gomez, because only one woman buttered his bread.
a black and white photo of a man with the words either way what bliss .
Alt: a black and white photo of a man with the words either way what bliss .
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November 10, 2025 at 11:28 PM
Gomez, because only one woman buttered his bread.