Pádraig Barry (PJ)
@pjbarry.bsky.social
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Retired shaggy guy. Nurses and surgeons are my heroes. An English Major Should Have Been, LH Guy explains a lot, Married to a Saint, What a Great Life We Are Having Together 🚫porn
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I heard there were grandmothers, crocheting grandmothers rioting. The horror!
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Lindsay could ride out the fiercest of hurricanes, emotional or meteorological She wore her yellow raincoat like a shield, bright against the gray, daring the world to name her anything but radiant.
#vss365
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Sally and Cindy unearthed old photographs from their mother’s attic, each one a spell, a proof of beauty that had once dared to bloom. They had only known their grandmother as an old lady, but here she was vibrant and beautiful. The sisters were overjoyed to see her this way.
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The thing about transformation is it never asks permission, it just shows up, unannounced, wearing your favorite top like it owns the place. One minute you’re folding laundry, the next you’re staring at yourself in the mirror, wondering when you started looking like someone else.
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Jolene, I saw him listening to your laughter like it was a hymn, and I knew I’d already lost him. I stood there, invisible in the doorway, watching the moment he stopped being mine. I’m wiser now. I won’t beg you this time. If he goes for someone like you, he is not good enough for me.
#moonmystic
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Yes. Something like that for sure.
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The oeuvre of Padraig’s very short writings holds the ache of exile and the balm of belonging, stitched together with the thread of radical compassion, but mostly, of course, they are balderdash.
#blueskyrelay
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Amanda didn’t just walk into the conference. She arrived with verve, her boots loud on the tile and her eyeliner sharp enough to rewrite the day’s agenda. She was as intimidating as she was beautiful and no one doubted her intellect.
#vss365
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Her jacket reflected the woman Claire had become. Every stitch in her jacket was a chapter in her evolution: punk patches, velvet cuffs, and a lining sewn from old lover’s tee shirts.
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Eílis always believed styling hair went well beyond the superficial. He once said to me, “In every instance where style becomes sanctuary, I write the body as altar, adorned with intention.” I think that as much as anything is why she had such a successful business back in the day.
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Thank you. I’m not a poet and I know it. 😀
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She didn’t need forgiveness. She needed respite; from the gaze, from the performance. The kind of quiet that doesn’t ask her to explain, doesn’t press her to smile. She had spent years curating softness for survival, offering grace where none was returned. Now, she wanted stillness.
#blueskyrelay
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Charlie waltzed over to our table. Amanda had an immense dislike of him. She called him a libertine. Her words hung in the air like smoke. I drank my wine and poured myself another. The wine was mellow. Right now I needed mellow.
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At Penn Station, she adjusted her collar with smooth precision, each gesture a quiet declaration: I am not returning as the girl they remember. She had left her hometown another nameless faceless teen. Now she was coming back as a best selling author. No one back there saw it coming.
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He stood at the edge of the bog, boots sinking into the soft earth, listening to the promises in the wind: his mother’s voice, his father’s silence, the troubles that never quite ended until it took his brother. Broken promises, all of them, but he couldn’t help listening.
#moonmystic
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Absolutely no need. It was the stupid AI art. Bad AI art and too lazy to find/make another.
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Don’t be. You only did it once and you were right to do so.
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I have been hit by you’re sharp tongue before and maybe even learned from it😀. I wear armor all the time now. 🤣🤣🤣
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Host = at most. My goof not a/c
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You are a strong woman! I await the day when you can throw snark at my silly writings.
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Sonder hit Jim hardest in airports: so many lives mid-transit, each carrying a story he’d never read, each face a chapter he’s never be invited to annotate. He always liked to think of himself as the centre of the universe, but there he knew he was host a bit player in a grand design
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