"Rankle" is such a good word because it calls to mind the image of petting a cat the wrong way which is exactly how it feels. To be rankled
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"Rankle" is such a good word because it calls to mind the image of petting a cat the wrong way which is exactly how it feels. To be rankled
Today is a realtime showing of how vastly people underestimate the current US citizen's outlook
The increasing amount of cold responses to high profile killings reflects the general lack of hope or faith in a functional system
We lack fundamental societal fabrics and it's genuinely a crisis
ik that when that one guy transformed in to mulder (or was it the body swap…?) and his phone played a phone sex line whatever, but, ik for a fact mulder is not calling sex hotlines to get off. bro was sitting there having conversations with sex workers. i just jnow it for a fact
#reznoringout
ikeseries but harvest moon style
"Lately"
08.08.2025
i wouldn’t call it a crush—
more like a passing current,
soft and persistent,
her name brushing
against the corners of my mind.
we share the same lanes,
but she swims like she belongs—
shoulders steady,
breaths timed,
like she’s known this all along.
i keep my distance,
not out of fear,
but respect—
some people aren’t meant
to be disturbed mid-glide.
there’s no story here,
not yet, maybe not ever.
just a quiet noticing,
like how the sky turns blue
without asking to be admired.
she’s just been
on my mind lately—
and maybe that’s all
it’s meant to be:
a gentle thought, held with care.
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Passing Thought by Arthur Hill is about Newt and Thomas
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Memories
Palm leaflets wave, wiggling phalanges behind them, subtropical green listens A flying insect soars past, in a blink too quickly to register its kind Behind the window tears desist to the aria of "Bist du bei mir" lush piano tunes weeding out decades of memories, sharpened as blades ebbing and flowing inside accursed mind to the delicate heart Tears return, always so such is life you lose you win sometimes in love and all you can do is let go even when logic tells you no