I’m being given a lot of poems about learning to love myself as a single/divorced woman. What do you think you know, algorithm?
Six is legs.
@thesix.bsky.social
Professional daemon. (he/him is fine) Whispers and growls on several platform(s). Please, make requests. MDNI. https://linktr.ee/VoxSeis
Woman dinner is like girl dinner but it’s me tearing a chicken apart with my bare hands over a salad so the end result is vaguely normal.
Can we have girl dinner tonight?
Getting up from my rock, what an inopportune moment for my leg to be asleep.
My phone is hot, can I dip it into the creek? It isn’t a pool so I should be okay.
Gave up on reading, put a 90s playlist to vibe to and four songs in The Cranberries came on so I had to let it linger.
Frying myself like an egg on this rock until I’m a crisp golden brown.
It's sunny enough. I need to be outside or I'm going to tear the walls apart with my hands.
If you clean the out of the reach places sometimes you find a duck. I have a new duck.
I know where all the other pills go but I don’t know how to take these ones seriously.
my doctor said i can’t take anything seriously anymore or i’ll die
Peek onto Reddit for something entirely unrelated and the feed offered me this. We need to teach what ERs are for in health class. Also nationalize healthcare.
Leaving my mark on the world by accidentally clicking a pen open and drawing lines on everything.
It's not an intrusive thought because it's the only one in there.
This is obviously old, but krissy’s phone is broken and she can’t get on Bluesky to talk to the only tolerable people in her life. If a few people can spare $10, it could go a long way to getting her a working phone. 💸💕
Today is my birthday! If you would like to help me exist, I would absolutely love and appreciate that so much! ko-fi.com/krissynina However, if you’d prefer, please use my birthday as an excuse to go and tip or donate to someone else in need! Let’s spread all the kindness we can. ❤️❤️
Complaining is an important part of your workout. Like kegels but angrier.
The rains are playing before the next show.
Shh. Not now, my thunderstorm is on.
I wish I could be shoed like a horse. Just a layer of something with grip adhered to the soles of my feet.
I know, obviously, this is about the marathon. But reading like it isn’t gives me the giggles I need to sustain myself.
my dad is doing it too and he’s made so much progress that he’s like “I bet I could qualify for Boston again”
I love when streaming services only have the sequels to things because that's an amazing review of quality.
There's a reason we touch grass. Poem by L.E. Bowman #Voice by me.
Don't know why my stomach's so mad, all I did was not sleep and fill it with coffee and spicy food.