Smith Corona
@smithcorona.bsky.social
Used typewriter. Haunted by your half-baked poetry, deranged manifestos, and love letters to people who never replied. I just post the residue.
It's a strange heartbreak when you realize a friendship was really just you holding someone else up. They never looked into your life, your struggles, your wins. They just needed a mirror that made them feel taller, and you kept holding it because you thought that was connection.
December 8, 2025 at 3:01 PM
It's a strange heartbreak when you realize a friendship was really just you holding someone else up. They never looked into your life, your struggles, your wins. They just needed a mirror that made them feel taller, and you kept holding it because you thought that was connection.
Folks fear gorillas, but the real threat is a gorilla with a kazoo.
They are loud, relentless, mostly out of tune, and impossible to negotiate with.
They are loud, relentless, mostly out of tune, and impossible to negotiate with.
December 7, 2025 at 11:24 AM
Folks fear gorillas, but the real threat is a gorilla with a kazoo.
They are loud, relentless, mostly out of tune, and impossible to negotiate with.
They are loud, relentless, mostly out of tune, and impossible to negotiate with.
Never burn bridges. It's more effective to let nature slowly rot them while you smile and wave from the other side.
December 6, 2025 at 9:58 PM
Never burn bridges. It's more effective to let nature slowly rot them while you smile and wave from the other side.
The young women killed at Polytechnique Montréal 36 years ago were attacked not only for who they were, but for who they were becoming.
Today isn't just about a tragic memory. It's about confronting gender-based violence wherever it hides, and refusing to let silence protect it.
Today isn't just about a tragic memory. It's about confronting gender-based violence wherever it hides, and refusing to let silence protect it.
December 6, 2025 at 3:34 PM
The young women killed at Polytechnique Montréal 36 years ago were attacked not only for who they were, but for who they were becoming.
Today isn't just about a tragic memory. It's about confronting gender-based violence wherever it hides, and refusing to let silence protect it.
Today isn't just about a tragic memory. It's about confronting gender-based violence wherever it hides, and refusing to let silence protect it.
It's heartbreaking when love is lost over tiny disagreements, like whether a haunted scarecrow should be allowed in the apartment.
December 6, 2025 at 2:52 PM
It's heartbreaking when love is lost over tiny disagreements, like whether a haunted scarecrow should be allowed in the apartment.
It's a shame when lifelong friends drift apart simply because one of them joins a cult that doesn't allow the other one to live.
December 5, 2025 at 4:00 PM
It's a shame when lifelong friends drift apart simply because one of them joins a cult that doesn't allow the other one to live.
Good things come to those who wait.
Great things come to those who cut the line quietly.
Great things come to those who cut the line quietly.
December 5, 2025 at 3:57 PM
Good things come to those who wait.
Great things come to those who cut the line quietly.
Great things come to those who cut the line quietly.
Sometimes I talk to my plants to encourage them to grow.
They never respond, and that's probably because they're still processing everything I've shared.
They never respond, and that's probably because they're still processing everything I've shared.
December 5, 2025 at 11:41 AM
Sometimes I talk to my plants to encourage them to grow.
They never respond, and that's probably because they're still processing everything I've shared.
They never respond, and that's probably because they're still processing everything I've shared.
There's a big difference between giving because it feels right, and giving because you're scared to say no.
Healthy sacrifice comes from strength. Self-erasure comes from fear.
One nourishes you, the other slowly tears you apart.
Healthy sacrifice comes from strength. Self-erasure comes from fear.
One nourishes you, the other slowly tears you apart.
December 4, 2025 at 10:22 AM
There's a big difference between giving because it feels right, and giving because you're scared to say no.
Healthy sacrifice comes from strength. Self-erasure comes from fear.
One nourishes you, the other slowly tears you apart.
Healthy sacrifice comes from strength. Self-erasure comes from fear.
One nourishes you, the other slowly tears you apart.
I believe true love exists because the zipper on my winter coat didn't get stuck today.
Commitment shouldn't snag.
Commitment shouldn't snag.
December 4, 2025 at 10:12 AM
I believe true love exists because the zipper on my winter coat didn't get stuck today.
Commitment shouldn't snag.
Commitment shouldn't snag.
Follow the link below to read something funny I wrote about what to wear (and what not to wear) on your next trip.
Is Transportation Secretary Sean Duffy right? Has air travel become uncivilized?
Here's my Friendly Reminder on Dressing for Air Travel (Since We’ve All Forgotten) that you can read in the @weeklyhumorist.bsky.social
Here's my Friendly Reminder on Dressing for Air Travel (Since We’ve All Forgotten) that you can read in the @weeklyhumorist.bsky.social
A Friendly Reminder on Dressing for Air Travel (Since We’ve All Forgotten) – Weekly Humorist
weeklyhumorist.com
December 2, 2025 at 8:51 PM
Follow the link below to read something funny I wrote about what to wear (and what not to wear) on your next trip.
Is Transportation Secretary Sean Duffy right? Has air travel become uncivilized?
Here's my Friendly Reminder on Dressing for Air Travel (Since We’ve All Forgotten) that you can read in the @weeklyhumorist.bsky.social
Here's my Friendly Reminder on Dressing for Air Travel (Since We’ve All Forgotten) that you can read in the @weeklyhumorist.bsky.social
A Friendly Reminder on Dressing for Air Travel (Since We’ve All Forgotten) – Weekly Humorist
weeklyhumorist.com
December 2, 2025 at 12:24 PM
Is Transportation Secretary Sean Duffy right? Has air travel become uncivilized?
Here's my Friendly Reminder on Dressing for Air Travel (Since We’ve All Forgotten) that you can read in the @weeklyhumorist.bsky.social
Here's my Friendly Reminder on Dressing for Air Travel (Since We’ve All Forgotten) that you can read in the @weeklyhumorist.bsky.social
There's a quiet loneliness in caring. People come to me for understanding or comfort, and I listen and give freely.
But at day's end, I'm left with the weight of their stories.
I'm not transactional. It just hurts to feel so empty trying to make sure no one else feels that way.
But at day's end, I'm left with the weight of their stories.
I'm not transactional. It just hurts to feel so empty trying to make sure no one else feels that way.
November 30, 2025 at 3:48 PM
There's a quiet loneliness in caring. People come to me for understanding or comfort, and I listen and give freely.
But at day's end, I'm left with the weight of their stories.
I'm not transactional. It just hurts to feel so empty trying to make sure no one else feels that way.
But at day's end, I'm left with the weight of their stories.
I'm not transactional. It just hurts to feel so empty trying to make sure no one else feels that way.
Taking a break from work to mix up some bottled cocktails for the holidays.
This concoction, which uses equal amounts of Islay scotch, Campari, and green Chartreuse is called The End of the Road.
It's the only drink that tastes like both "I love you" and "I regret everything".
This concoction, which uses equal amounts of Islay scotch, Campari, and green Chartreuse is called The End of the Road.
It's the only drink that tastes like both "I love you" and "I regret everything".
November 29, 2025 at 7:21 PM
Taking a break from work to mix up some bottled cocktails for the holidays.
This concoction, which uses equal amounts of Islay scotch, Campari, and green Chartreuse is called The End of the Road.
It's the only drink that tastes like both "I love you" and "I regret everything".
This concoction, which uses equal amounts of Islay scotch, Campari, and green Chartreuse is called The End of the Road.
It's the only drink that tastes like both "I love you" and "I regret everything".
No holiday on my side of the border, but I'm taking a moment to thank everyone here who's shown me and others kindness.
You make this chaotic space feel like it has pockets of warmth, and like the world might be better than it pretends to be.
You make this chaotic space feel like it has pockets of warmth, and like the world might be better than it pretends to be.
a purple background with snoopy jumping in the air and the words thank you
ALT: a purple background with snoopy jumping in the air and the words thank you
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November 27, 2025 at 10:09 AM
No holiday on my side of the border, but I'm taking a moment to thank everyone here who's shown me and others kindness.
You make this chaotic space feel like it has pockets of warmth, and like the world might be better than it pretends to be.
You make this chaotic space feel like it has pockets of warmth, and like the world might be better than it pretends to be.
I've heard so many lies this week that I'm starting to grade them for creativity. Most people aren't even trying.
November 27, 2025 at 10:03 AM
I've heard so many lies this week that I'm starting to grade them for creativity. Most people aren't even trying.
What I love most are the people who don't take kindness for granted.
They show up with gratitude and meet vulnerability with gentleness.
In a climate that often rewards indifference, their politeness feels like a small miracle.
They show up with gratitude and meet vulnerability with gentleness.
In a climate that often rewards indifference, their politeness feels like a small miracle.
November 26, 2025 at 8:34 PM
What I love most are the people who don't take kindness for granted.
They show up with gratitude and meet vulnerability with gentleness.
In a climate that often rewards indifference, their politeness feels like a small miracle.
They show up with gratitude and meet vulnerability with gentleness.
In a climate that often rewards indifference, their politeness feels like a small miracle.
I tried to doom scroll on Twitter today, but all I got were reruns.
November 26, 2025 at 1:52 PM
I tried to doom scroll on Twitter today, but all I got were reruns.
Reposted by Smith Corona
Remember your favorite creator possibly might be struggling with imposter syndrome and doubt and this timeline sucks.. so if you find yourself thinking “wow I really relate to this persons work” or that persons work gives you joy, you should probably tell them. It’s a hard time to be a creative.
November 26, 2025 at 6:57 AM
Remember your favorite creator possibly might be struggling with imposter syndrome and doubt and this timeline sucks.. so if you find yourself thinking “wow I really relate to this persons work” or that persons work gives you joy, you should probably tell them. It’s a hard time to be a creative.
A second elderly lady asked me to walk her across the street today. I am now wondering if there's some secret grandmother network passing around my description.
November 25, 2025 at 9:21 PM
A second elderly lady asked me to walk her across the street today. I am now wondering if there's some secret grandmother network passing around my description.
When I have an afternoon appointment, I can't seem to start anything big or small. I just hover in existential standby mode.
November 25, 2025 at 2:02 PM
When I have an afternoon appointment, I can't seem to start anything big or small. I just hover in existential standby mode.
There are days when the smallest things feel emotionally loaded. It could be a song, a sentence, or a memory I didn't know I was carrying.
I hate how easily the tears rise, but maybe that's just proof I'm still feeling my way through the world instead of shutting down.
I hate how easily the tears rise, but maybe that's just proof I'm still feeling my way through the world instead of shutting down.
November 24, 2025 at 8:02 PM
There are days when the smallest things feel emotionally loaded. It could be a song, a sentence, or a memory I didn't know I was carrying.
I hate how easily the tears rise, but maybe that's just proof I'm still feeling my way through the world instead of shutting down.
I hate how easily the tears rise, but maybe that's just proof I'm still feeling my way through the world instead of shutting down.
When someone knocks on my front door, I shout "Occupied!" and let them figure out what that means.
November 24, 2025 at 12:06 PM
When someone knocks on my front door, I shout "Occupied!" and let them figure out what that means.