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poorlycatdraw.bsky.social
oh no
some poorly drawn cats: one of a tall cat figure and a shorter, younger-looking cat figure. above them, the text reads, "would you be scared to talk to your younger self?" the same tall and short cat figures standing together silently, looking at each other. no text is present. the tall cat places a comforting hand on the shorter cat. the tall cat says: "unfortunately, dragons aren't real," while the shorter cat reacts with "oh no"
January 22, 2025 at 5:36 PM
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teliavelis.bsky.social
stagnant

2021-02-15 15:06
Scotland

(crosspost from twitter - a poem about executive dysfunction, solitude, and the cyclicality of motivation)
A poem titled 'stagnant', typed in all lowercase, in light green letters over a greyish olive green background. image 1 of 4. in the night of dark skies, under stars in the wind, i stand tall with my legs firmly planted in the waters below - in the murky, the cold, the swamp-like, stagnant pond; as it soaks through my shoes and the old sole, while the starving winds blow. full of autumnal leaves, and of algae and weeds - in this soporous sludge rest my cold feet, rest unmoved like a stone, growing moss like a rock, drawing moisture below while mycelium covers my body, as it withers alone. A poem titled 'stagnant', typed in all lowercase, in light green letters over a greyish olive green background. image 2 of 4. darkened clouds draw the sky - grim artisinal strokes, - and a night without light is now pastels to this canvas of moss. wasting, wasting away - wasting time, wasting self, - i grow stalagmite-heavy, now falling through the past that is lost. in a well-pool of time - where all memories drown, - i now lie, clinging on to the fragile, fleeting whispers of light. broken tree, blighted field, fleeting chaff in the wind, and the gusts - oh the gusts! - they surrender to the stillness of night. A poem titled 'stagnant', typed in all lowercase, in light green letters over a greyish olive green background. image 3 of 4. but there'll once come a day when the well-pool will dry, when the night without lights shall cross over to the ash-embered sky; when the soil turns and shakes, when abyss turns to flame, and the gusts - oh, the gusts! - they'll remember how to roar and to cry. when that hour will strike and the clouds burn ablaze, i shall rise, with my legs firmly planted in the well-pool no more. from the smouldering, hot, the dry cradle of time i shall walk, setting foot on the ashes while the vengeful winds roar. A poem titled 'stagnant', typed in all lowercase, in light green letters over a greyish olive green background. image 4 of 4. i may shake, maybe fall, maybe fall apart whole, but among all the soot and the fires into which i am cast like a ravenous beast i will revel and feast, 'til again i'll grow stalagmite-heavy, fall once more through the past. then i'll land with a splash in the cradle of time, as it floods with a crystalline ocean, and the flames dim their glow. then the night of dark skies shall again ride the wind, and i'll sleep as i drown in the sopor - in the waters below. 2021-02-15 15:06 Scotland
January 22, 2025 at 12:38 AM
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mnateshyamalan.bsky.social
fostering a dog and he just tried to eat my lasagna. you’re not a cat bro. that’s cultural appropriation
January 21, 2025 at 10:20 PM
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gailsimone.bsky.social
I know this sounds weak, I know it.

But kindness is one of the few things we carry that can make a difference for each other.

We can’t undo all this hate, but we can still make life a little easier for others.
January 21, 2025 at 3:56 AM
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timereclover.bsky.social
They fed me the hampter soup of magical girl webs and I'm going feral
December 12, 2024 at 5:45 AM