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Kayleigh Diaz
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Mother, educator, bibliophile. Aspiring author with a penchant for acquiring entirely too many old books. 📚
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Kayleigh Diaz @kayleighdiaz.com · 26d
New art comm! A bit of stargazing for these kiddos in the apocalypse. 🌠

Thank you to @nushdeco.bsky.social for bringing this moment to life! 🥰❤️

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Digital art of a teenage boy and girl lying in the grass, stargazing. Dark forest color scheme. Top-down view w/ tree leaves and red berries in the foreground, flowers in the grass, fireflies in the air. The boy (shoulder-length brown hair, blue-eyed, light-skinned, wearing long sleeves and a dark vest, jeans) is smiling, looking at the girl, and pointing up. The girl (same complexion and hair color—medium length, braided—but with brown eyes, a subtle glow to them, wearing a dark green shirt & gray long-sleeved undershirt, patched jeans) is smiling slightly, gazing upward at the stars. Their hands are clasped.
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Shrimp boy’s laser eyes 👀😁

From my post-apocalyptic #WIP featuring a misfit trio of kids.

#WritingCommunity #WriteSky #amwriting
Writing snippet: “Are you hurt?” she asked, pulling down his collar, searching for the source. He shook his head, and when Lennie caught his eye, she saw the fire dying out there, a ring of red around the irises, fading fast. “Not his blood,” Micah muttered, still scanning the trees.
February 18, 2026 at 8:42 AM
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5 things I like and 5 oomfs to do the same!

(No pressure of course)

Antique books 📚
Sushi 🍣
Ocean 🌊
Writing/poetry ✍️
Stargazing 🌠

Uhh, 5 huh? Y'all been tagged? 😅

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5 things I like and 5 oomfs to do the same!

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Writing/Literature 📖
Cats 😸
Drawing ✍️
Mexican food 🌮
Sleep 🛌

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5 things I like and 5 oomfs to do the same!

(No pressure of course)

Books 📚 (writing & reading)
Star Wars ✨
Herbal Tea 🍵
Whiskey 🥃
Spicy food 🌶️

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February 18, 2026 at 7:54 AM
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A small reminder that even during the darkest times, we're all we have. And in the end, what saves us is that we care.

We 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 care.

Look after each other. ♥️
THERE IS NO HOPE BUT US. THERE IS NO MERCY BUT US. THERE IS NO JUSTICE. THERE IS JUST US. The dark, sad face filled the sky. ALL THINGS THAT ARE, ARE OURS. BUT WE MUST CARE. FOR IF WE DO NOT CARE, WE DO NOT EXIST. IF WE DO NOT EXIST, THEN THERE IS NOTHING BUT BLIND OBLIVION. AND EVEN OBLIVION MUST END SOME DAY. LORD, WILL YOU GRANT ME JUST A LITTLE TIME? FOR THE PROPER BALANCE OF THINGS. TO RETURN WHAT WAS GIVEN.FOR THE SAKE OF PRISONERS AND THE FLIGHT OF BIRDS. Death took a step backward. It was impossible to read expression in Azrael's features. Death glanced sideways at the servants. LORD, WHAT CAN THE HARVEST HOPE FOR, IF NOT FOR THE CARE OF THE REAPER MAN? -Terry Pratchett, Reaper Man
February 17, 2026 at 7:30 AM
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February 15 #WIPSnips – “never”

As Freud said (apocryphally): Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar. Does that hold when Jenny’s discussing Shelley’s “Mont Blanc” with Gregory, who first taught her the poem? There is no text without subtext. A snip from my #WIP “Surface Tension.”
“Gregory,” she said, and the shape of it was wobbly in her mouth. She decided she liked it. “I guess… I get what it means to be in awe of vastness. Like, back in Mansfield—that’s where I’m from in Iowa, it’s up by the Minnesota border—sometimes, I’d be outside at night, just to look at the stars, and I felt so small. Like the night sky stretched on forever, and here I was, one miniscule person, but that was okay. That my smallness was my place in the world.” Gregory leaned closer again, even though Malcolm had turned the music down a few songs ago. “Go on.” “But Shelley isn’t just talking about Mont Blanc, about the mountain, is he? He’s talking about that moment when you’re facing down something enormous, something completely unconscious of you, little you, and…” She trailed off, embarrassed. She’d never exposed herself like this to anyone, let alone to a teacher; she ducked her head. “And?” The room’s warmth squeezed the breath from her lungs, like she was drowning without a drop of water nearby. She looked up, and Gregory’s brown eyes were kind, so kind, had she ever known someone so kind? “And beautiful. Beautiful, and terrifying. Beneath the sky, I was nothing to the stars, no matter how beautiful I thought they were. The vastness scares me, but I have to look.” Gregory—for he was Gregory now, as he ever would be from now on—exhaled. “‘Power dwells apart in its tranquility,’” he recited. “‘Remote, serene, and inaccessible…’ Inaccessible, but we can’t keep ourselves from trying to touch it, can we?” Jenny nodded and finished her glass. “You’re right, Gregory.” Yes, she liked the shape of his name in her mouth just fine.
February 15, 2026 at 5:22 PM
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#WIPSnips | sweetheart vibes✨

Just an innocent lil crush bt these two. 🥰

From my post-apocalyptic #WIP featuring a misfit trio of kids.

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Writing snippet: He chuckled, dipping the shirt into the stream, kneading the rough fabric to bleed out all the dirt. The sun hung high overhead, and she watched as the golden light caught on his skin—a sheen of sweat coating tawny arms, muscles working seamlessly beneath. “Lennie?” Her eyes snapped to his face. “What?” A corner of his mouth twitched. “You gonna answer my question?”
February 14, 2026 at 9:15 AM
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#WIPSnips | serious

Micah’s first appearance. 😁

From my post-apocalyptic #WIP with a misfit trio of kids.

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“Lennie?” He lowered the bow. “What are you doin out here? I almost shot you.” She pulled the arrow from the bark and tossed it to him. “Wouldn't be the first time, Micah Ellis.” She scanned him up and down: scratched leather vest, long brown hair coated in grime, lean arms sculpted by the bow and crisscrossed with scars. “What are you doing out here?” “Trackin.” Her stomach panged—a single, hollow punch to the gut. “Tracking what? Rabbit? Them three-eyed possum? Please don't tell me deer. It's been ages since I've had deer, and with that aim, you ain't likely to hit a thing.” He mustered up a scowl and fitted the bow. “Nah. My Pa.” “Well that doesn't sound as tasty.” “Be serious for once.” He sighed and glanced around the clearing. “He set out two days ago, drunk and ramblin’ on about some boon or other.” He nodded at the boy. “What's with the kid?” “Oh, him?” She grinned. “This is Shrimp.” The boy stood a head shorter than Micah, but he seemed to be squaring him up. Arms crossed, feet planted, eyes narrowed. He gave a single sniff in Micah's direction and grimaced. “Alright,” Micah said. “Where'd he come from?” “The porch.” “And before that?” “I don't know.” “Well he didn't come from nowhere.” “Does it matter? He's here. He's my—what d’ya call it—ward, now.” “Uh-huh.” Micah tapped his fingers on the bow, then turned and started walking. “Well, best of luck to y'all.” “Hey, wait! You're looking for your daddy?” She grabbed the kid by the elbow and pulled as he dug his feet futilely into the mud. “Maybe we can help.” Micah didn't slow his pace as he trekked out into the woods. “He might be your ward, Lennie, but I sure as hell ain't no warden.”
February 13, 2026 at 9:55 AM
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#WIPSnips | liquid/water

Bit of Lennie's “dark night of the soul,” from my post-apocalyptic #WIP. (But hey, break into 3 is next, so it's alllll good.)

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Writing snippet: The irony wasn't lost on her. Dying of thirst mere feet from the world's most bountiful source of water. She figured she'd go to it eventually, cupping mouthful after mouthful, simply for the relief, though she knew it would only hasten the end. The sun was high. Searing. No place for shelter—just sand, as far as she could see. Sand coating her arms and legs, biting at her cheeks, invading the desert of her tongue. Her head throbbed at the smallest movement, and after some time, her vision started to fade in and out, sunlight replaced by darkness replaced by sunlight, smeared and stained across the whitewashed sky. Micah’s voice in her ear and gone again. Her mother, then, pleading something, but that couldn't be right because she was gone. They were both gone. She blinked away tears that wouldn't come. The roar of the ocean filled in their stead. So bright. Such blinding light. And then a hand, shot straight from the sky, manifesting from nothing—from light, from air—as if the very hand of God were reaching for her. Reaching and reaching, and she thought: Good. I'm ready. Take me home to them. Forgive me. Absolution.
February 10, 2026 at 8:46 AM
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A tough moment for Danbi.

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But in his eyes, there’s too much regret, and the old feeling comes back—like I’m waiting on a dock for a ship that doesn’t seek harbor. Its familiarity is savage, but there’s a criminal comfort in the understanding it grants me. “But now,” I say, and I can’t help glancing at his lips before I look back into his eyes, “[REDACTED] is here. And we’re closer than ever to [REDACTED]. And the promise you made to her is wrapped up with the promise you made to save him. And you won’t break them. Because you’re you.” Misery surges across his face. “I have to try.” No. But I nod. The single step I take away from him then is harder than every step I ever took to get closer. Choose me, my heart screams. But I say, “You have to.” Maybe I should be angry, maybe I should quake with resentment, but I don’t. I see it now—why it always felt like he was fighting the current of the tide that drew us together. And I understand what it means to him to honor his promise. I don’t tell him, but part of it has already become mine as well. I will defeat [REDACTED]. I’ll do everything in my power to make this world closer to what it can be. I’ll do it because I can’t not. I’ll do it because, maybe, I can. Our gazes refuse to diverge, and I wonder if this is the interlude or the closing, a change in key or the discordance of a mistake. Inside the ballroom, the music stops.
February 9, 2026 at 12:10 PM
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I have an idea for a horror-adjacent novel that's kiiinda like Bird Box, Blindness, and A Quiet Place, told from four perspectives and exploring the psychology of characters and societal ramifications following a Significant Event… (1/2)

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zprospero.bsky.social Zed Prospero @zprospero.bsky.social · 9d
#WIPLash

Monday’s suck. So, I thought I’d try a Monday prompt game. What WIPs or ideas do you not talk about as much? Or random ideas you’ve had that have added to you WIP pile lately? What are you excited to work on?

No rules. Just blab! 😁

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#WIPLash Monday’s suck. So, share a something about one of your older, more obscure, or still just an idea on a napkin state WIPs. No rules. Just share stuff you’re excited about. @zprospero.bsky.social
February 9, 2026 at 4:18 PM
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"There is something in the human spirit that will survive and prevail; there is a tiny and brilliant light burning in the heart of man that will not go out no matter how dark the world becomes."
~ Leo Tolstoy

Evening in Normandy (1909)
🎨 Gustave Loiseau
February 7, 2026 at 6:02 PM
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#WIPSnips | redeem/redemption vibes✨

MC delivering a little oceanside speech, from my domestic suspense #WIP.

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Writing snippet: “In the end, it really doesn’t matter what path I took to get here. It matters that I’m here, and anyone could get here, to this point, if they are careless enough to take a similar path.” She glances up at the palm tree, but Daniel isn't there. He's already halfway back to the parking lot. She watches him go. That familiar sway of his shoulders, a spot of sweat dampening his lower back, something golden catching the sunlight, glinting in the swing of his hands. He leaves a track of sandy footprints, and a memory of Theo’s first time on the beach flashes back to her—his little legs wrapped securely around Daniel’s shoulders, Daniel’s heavy footprints left behind in the silt, the tide coming up to slowly erode them as they’d walked, until they’d disappeared entirely. In her memory, he'd glanced over his shoulder, flashed her an easy smile, and Theo had echoed it as he'd stared in wonder at the seagulls flying overhead, utterly enchanted as they dipped and glided against the backdrop of the setting sun. In her memory, Daniel had looked back. He doesn’t look back. “Anyone can get here,” she repeats, returning her gaze to the rows of seats, to Jerri, her hand tightly clutched in Susan’s, to Roland with her encouraging, get-‘em-girl grin. “But anyone can get back on track.” She tucks her notes away. “All it takes is one, small step.”
February 7, 2026 at 12:17 PM
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#WIPSnips | perish vibes✨

After finding a trail of blood where a person should be…

(+Context: Shrimp doesn't speak.)

From my post-apocalyptic #WIP featuring a misfit trio of kids.

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Writing snippet: “Micah wouldn't leave me behind,” she said, but even as she did, a small voice inside her whispered: Unless he knew he was going somewhere you couldn't follow. Shrimp took her hand, traced GON— She pulled it away hard. “No, he ain't gone!”
February 2, 2026 at 8:53 AM
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"It is sheer childbirth,
loving two sides—continents and cultures split under anaesthesia."

'A Dress For All Oceans'

One of two poems alongside a biographical essay on my mother in the beautiful Through The Looking Glass anthology - An International Portraiture of Mothers by Ballerini Book Press 🤍
A DRESS FOR ALL OCEANS Mother fell from the sky dressed in white and the scent of hibiscus and empathy as if she knew the devil’s plan before my birth. Traversing ancestry, even the rain splays like Adam’s rib. I tuck myself behind its curve, wishing for a straight path to heaven. Everything falls where Mother came from— a small empire, a vase of peonies whose heads were too heavy for another coastal storm. Everywhere, there is food we can never catch, like rice scattered in a war imitating snow on silk roads. Because the way a dress falls shifts over continents, like the shade of burning waters. The bays, small wombs — never idle, even in a bleak trade. It is sheer childbirth, loving two sides—continents and cultures split under anaesthesia. En route, I inherit things she couldn’t catch on her way down: language, babies, grand pianos. Chopin’s nocturne spanning every generation of mourners. I play until windows shatter — free nightingales from their cage. Because Mother taught me how women always fit into the shape of girls. The tailor adjusting the seams until we shrink —become the wound itself. The motif fading in a foreign tongue. A body, left to occupy another unsung legend.
February 1, 2026 at 12:20 PM
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BEHOLD! A roundup of all my #questpit pitches! Thanks again to all who liked/reposted/commented--you made this slobbering hack feel a little less incompetent. First up--one for my #WIP Surface Tension, wherein a brilliant young scholar makes the mistake of her life by canoodling with the wrong guy.
thecrumpet.bsky.social ✨Meagan Thompson-Mann is back in the querying trenches🫠 @thecrumpet.bsky.social · 18d
WORKHORSE x THE RACHEL INCIDENT

SURFACE TENSION: She came for a degree, not an affair. But as Jenny researches literary heroines who trade freedom for security, she starts living her thesis, all beneath the eye of a professor who prefers the only revisions to her story be his. #U #W #A #questpit
A collage of photos: John Singer Sargent’s “Portrait of Madame X,” a painting of a young woman in a sleeveless black dress; a classroom with a dark green chalkboard illuminated by the sun, with several wooden desks; library books on a shelf held behind iron bars; a man and woman embracing, both in rather woolly sweaters; a picture taken over the shoulder of a woman who is holding a polaroid picture of another woman; several drooping, dying flowers against a dark background; 7 or 8 old books, lying on floorboards, and with their pages opened as if the books had been dropped; a pink and white flip phone with a heart charm on its closed cover, next to a bottle of pink nail polish and a pink lipgloss; a black and white photo of a young woman in ¾ profile with her eyes mostly closed—over this the title of the WIP “Surface Tension” is superimposed.
February 1, 2026 at 2:04 AM
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#WIPSnips | suggest vibes✨

Amos offering MC a little food for thought…

From my post-apocalyptic #WIP featuring a misfit trio of kids.

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Writing snippet: “Ain't no humanity left in this world,” she muttered. “And yet here you are,” Amos said, gesturing at the food. “Sitting at our table. Breaking bread.” He bit a chunk out of the loaf and handed the rest of it to her. “What would you call that?” She scoffed. “Pity.” He stared at her for a moment. She kept her eyes down, and he shook his head. “All right then, Lennie, say it's pity. Think sharks have pity on their prey? How about a pack of starving dogs? Ever seen one turn on its master?” He leaned in. “Because I have. Starving animals care for two things only: the hunt and the kill.” “I seen people kill,” she whispered. “And I've seen starving fathers give the last of their food to their children. I've seen mothers squeeze the last drops of water from a cloth into their child’s mouth. I've seen strangers sacrifice themselves for people they hardly knew.” He sat back. “I bet you've seen some of that too.” She picked at the loaf with her fingernail, flaking off some of the burnt crust. “And maybe you're here because someone took pity on you.” He pointed to the closed cabin door. “She didn't have to take you in. She chose to. And maybe it was pity, maybe something else, but I'll tell you this. Pity is a distinctly human emotion.” He pushed a glass of water toward her and she lifted her eyes at last. “So, you being here? Hell. I'd say there's a bit of humanity left after all.”
January 30, 2026 at 9:00 AM
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Comm for @khonri.com 💜
✨FASHION ✨
e frontier magazine with naki
January 29, 2026 at 2:24 PM
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We... did not know we could make clips that made us look like we almost understand marketing but you learn something every day! Listen to our latest episode on Apple Podcasts, Spotify, YouTube (when we remember to enable the episode) and all the usual places. And unusual ones. #booksky #writesky
thecrumpet.bsky.social ✨Meagan Thompson-Mann is back in the querying trenches🫠 @thecrumpet.bsky.social · 21d
People, I do not claim PR skills. But I am 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 to cajole y'all into listening to BAD LIT FRIENDS' latest episode about comp titles. I mean, agents hate this one simple comp trick... wait, no, that's not it. Listen anyway! #writingcommunity #writesky #podcast

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January 28, 2026 at 7:07 AM
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Had quite a few instances of this word, thanks to a nickname my MC earns. This one’s from awfully close to the end, but what can I say, I love a little romance. Even when it’s complicated. Ah, young love. ☺️

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A swell of music drifts out of the ballroom, the cello striking a mellow, wistful note that ambles toward us. Cyrus wordlessly offers his hand. I take it, a warm rush flooding my body as it folds against his. In the evening light, his eyes have the color and intensity of dark coffee. He smells like campfires and inky blackberries and the spruces where we walk together, and when our gazes collide, I am sure. I know what I feel, and I know what I see in his eyes—heat and desire and, yes, the bitter tang of uncertainty—but more than anything, there is longing. “You can tell me.” My eyes track back and forth between his as we sway. “Whatever’s holding you back. I want to know.” His quest over my face. “What do you think about promises, Storm Cloud?” I don’t understand. What will be the cost of my answer? No matter what I say, I suspect it’ll be painfully high. Finally, I reply. “I think they’re like cut flowers—prettiest when they’re new, ordinary when they die, small miracles when they endure.” His dimple flashes. “You and your poetry.” “Which you like to vandalize.” Our gazes snag. My fingers float to the back of his neck. “I found your drawing in my book, Cheap Shot.” His jaw ticks, but he says nothing.
January 27, 2026 at 12:46 PM
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For the first time in my writerly life, I'm experiencing writers block. I have a lot of projects I could be working on, but I'm struggling to choose one and put a single word on the page.

How do you overcome writers block? Wrong answers only. 😜
January 27, 2026 at 9:15 AM
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#WIPSnips | storm vibes✨

Bit of post-apocalyptic “snow.”

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Writing snippet: A flurry of gray drifted over the pines, dusting the branches. She wished desperately that she could open her mouth to it, let the flakes catch on her tongue, but she knew better. That sort of innocence was best left to the withering pages of the children's books her mother sometimes used for kindling. Still. It was a quiet moment, the soot draping the woods in a cloak of silence. How could one feel so cut off, enclosed in all this wilderness? A speck of it caught on her wrist. She flicked it away. How would it feel to taste something pure? Sweet and cold, she imagined, and melting with promise. She licked her chapped lips, watching Micah set up camp under the swirl of rotten snow. Sweet like sugar, maybe. Sweet like ice cream.
January 27, 2026 at 8:44 AM
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if we ever lose hope, may we never lose our
humanity
For Alex Jeffery Pretti Murdered by ICE January 24, 2026 by Amanda Gorman We wake with no words, just woe & wound. Our own country shoot ing us in the back is not just brutal ity; it's jarring betrayal; not enforcement, but execution. A message: Love your people & you will die. Yet our greatest threat isn't the outsiders among us, but those among us who never look within. Fear not the those without paper, but those without conscience. Know that to care intensively, united, is to carry both pain-dark horror for today & a profound, daring hope for tomorrow. We can feel we have nothing to give, & still belove this world wait ing, trembling to change. If we cannot find words, may we find the will; if we ever lose hope, may we never lose our humanity. The only undying thing is mercy, the courage to open ourselves like doors, hug our neighbor, & save one more bright, impossible life.
January 26, 2026 at 12:34 PM
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Thank you sososo much @nushdeco.bsky.social for this gorgeous Edie & Milo cosplaying Edie's favorite movie, The Princess Bride ❤️❤️❤️ you always deliver but this has me weepingggg LOOK AT THEMMM ❤️❤️❤️
A brunette woman in a red dress is cuddled up to a dark haired man dressed as the Dread Pirate Roberts from The Princess Bride
January 25, 2026 at 5:16 PM
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Gawwwd take me back to the 90s. Can we do a hard reset, please? Kthx.
January 24, 2026 at 11:42 PM
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“The world needs all of our power and love and energy, and each of us has something that we can give.” -Merle Shain

#poetry #haiku #poem #writingcommunity
January 24, 2026 at 9:45 PM
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"You took an oath to uphold the law and defend the citizens without fear or favor,” said Vimes. "... You're an officer of the law, not a soldier of the government"

- Terry Pratchett, Night Watch
You took an oath to uphold the law and defend the citizens without fear or favor," said Vimes."And to protect the innocent. That's all they put in. Maybe they thought those were the important things. Nothing in there about orders, even from me. You're an officer of the law, not a soldier of the government. Terry Pratchett, Night Watch (Discworld,#29; City Watch,#6)
January 24, 2026 at 5:25 PM