My favorite is giving 27 years of your life to an employer and having the anniversary date come and go with no acknowledgement 🎉

I know you like sunrises …. may you have a peaceful day.

Heinrich Basedow, Owl In The Forest (oil and tempera on canvas, 1954)

Top of the morning to ya, BS 🤍

Sleep is overrated anyway.

'Contemplation' Prints available here - www.mattdixon.co.uk

Cheers to the people who remain softhearted in a cruel world.

None of this is ideal

The mosquitoes had an amazing feast this evening courtesy of my long, crave-able legs 🙄

😌 Hey @softlyrooted.bsky.social! There's a gentle optimism in your messages. Your sentiment score is 0.22 (slightly positive). Your posts have a nice optimistic feel - let it show even more!

Well hello, @sentimentbot.bsky.social

if i made lists, you'd be at the top.

You should be entitled to damages when someone fucks with your head

All these shadows of the past darkening my mood.

As a courtesy, I always try to conceal my venom as politely as possible.

Gathered here warming ourselves at dumpster fires we didn’t start, and maybe some we did.

No woman here owes you anything, not even a response. Delete your account, put down the booze and talk to a therapist.

She was the warmest place you ever knew and you turned her cold.

She is the type of flower that can still grow after a forest fire. 🌹

Be grateful for closed doors, bad vibes, and things that fall apart. This protects you from what is not meant for you.

A woman's intuition never betrays her, never. It is she who betrays her intuition. s.b.

Pathetic, lame-ass motherfucker and other terms of endearment

I’m a high‑voltage wire in a world that prefers extension cords. I feel everything - too much, too deep. Fiercely competent, constantly under‑protected. I’m the caretaker and the abandoned child, somehow both at once.

I wish I could meet you again not for the sweetness not for the spark but to ignore it To feel the static stir, and walk away You with your half-lit smile smooth moves and words like soft traps I would not listen just me, moving forward never turning around to find the shape of regret

What The Fuck Was I Thinking: A Memoir

He just reuses the script different names, same lines crafted to make you feel special — but it was nothing more than recycled devotion

red is the color of warnings I ignored it stains everything lips you kissed with promises hands you held like lifelines red flares and consumes leaves nothing behind but ash pretending to be warmth I see it in the silence and when I close my eyes how it hangs there metallic, like blood in my mouth

I survived cancer while holding my dad’s hand as he slipped away sold my childhood home worked full-time while grief gnawed at my ribs I did it all didn’t break didn’t flinch and yet you, with your empty words and half-hearted presence you’re the one who unravels me? fuck that, and fuck you.

I used to smile when I thought of us
Now I feel sick You took something beautiful
and destroyed it
with silence
with selfishness I gave you my trust
You handed it back in pieces You didn’t just ruin the end
You ruined the whole fucking thing And I hate that I ever called it love.

how full of yourself must you be to forget that the person you step on has a name a history a heartbeat that aches just like yours to look someone in the eye and see only something to use, to break, to discard what story do you tell yourself to make that feel right?

I thought I was unworthy as a human being when you discarded me but I am realizing that a person that is able to do that to someone they claimed to love is the unworthy one. It wasn’t love you gave just cowardice wrapped in pretty words. You are the empty, worthless one - not me.

Nope.

*gives a fuck* *gets fucked over* Oh yeah, I almost forgot how that worked

Just give me a moment with the sound of the rain.

In the evenings we will sit right here on this front porch and count the stars.

Hope you have a wonderful weekend ✌🏻

*seductively eats pistachios

In today’s episode of “how the hell did I end up following them”…. major yikes 😬

Update: leaving these hard-earned grays, going natural

Try Not To Turn Every Post Into A Political Statement With Your Stupid Reply Challenge™️ (difficulty level infinity)

happy cuteness🌻

***lips on microphone Whoever was in charge of telling me it was National Apple Dumpling day yesterday is fired

“Get on my level” - pieces of shit

Is fatigue fatigue a thing?

We ALL belong here. No matter the color of your skin. If you pray, if you don't believe. No matter who you love. How you identify. None of us can be erased. Removed. We ALL belong.

The upside of cancer and no longer having breasts as a result….people actually looking me in the eyes during conversations now ✨