Ronnie Farnham
@vmayfarnham.bsky.social
Passionate animal lover, skydiver, bisexual gym rat,anti repressive MAGA/Fascist resister.
Share from my sister's FB Veterans Day post two Farnhams and the orange asshole.
November 11, 2025 at 2:49 PM
Share from my sister's FB Veterans Day post two Farnhams and the orange asshole.
Me flirting especially during my seeking red flag days 😝
November 9, 2025 at 11:47 PM
Me flirting especially during my seeking red flag days 😝
Reposted by Ronnie Farnham
Reposted by Ronnie Farnham
I'll just leave this here...
November 6, 2025 at 1:27 AM
I'll just leave this here...
Beautiful words from a stunning philosopher ❤️
What accompany us are the very thoughts that sustain our perspectives..
Each thought,
fleeting or devout, leaves its trace—
Of how we move
In their presence, the universe acquires form;
in their absence, it dissolves into abstraction.
An echo of what has lingered long enough to define our gaze.
Each thought,
fleeting or devout, leaves its trace—
Of how we move
In their presence, the universe acquires form;
in their absence, it dissolves into abstraction.
An echo of what has lingered long enough to define our gaze.
November 5, 2025 at 4:23 PM
Beautiful words from a stunning philosopher ❤️
Sooner or later the parasites will find out how right Aristotle was.
November 5, 2025 at 3:16 PM
Sooner or later the parasites will find out how right Aristotle was.
A Dude crush repost😀
November 4, 2025 at 8:37 PM
A Dude crush repost😀
Another share from one of my girl crushes
In You—
all light returns.
My silence bends,
the storm that kneels.
Each pulse—
a hymn,
no distance run,
before the word,
the spoken sun.
Each thought—
a spark
of faith, concrete—
the death,
the sea
of you and me.
#WhatNeverWas
#WillNeverBe
all light returns.
My silence bends,
the storm that kneels.
Each pulse—
a hymn,
no distance run,
before the word,
the spoken sun.
Each thought—
a spark
of faith, concrete—
the death,
the sea
of you and me.
#WhatNeverWas
#WillNeverBe
November 1, 2025 at 8:50 PM
Another share from one of my girl crushes
Reposted by Ronnie Farnham
Beautiful words from one of my crushes
🌺 Southern Belle 101: A Prayer for the Brokenhearted 🌺
Lord, this morning my heart is heavy for every soul walking through pain, suffering, struggle, or without a place to call home. 💔
👇🏾
Lord, this morning my heart is heavy for every soul walking through pain, suffering, struggle, or without a place to call home. 💔
👇🏾
October 28, 2025 at 11:12 PM
Beautiful words from one of my crushes
This!!!!
So true 🌺
October 27, 2025 at 5:31 PM
This!!!!
From the page of Tater the wise 😀
October 27, 2025 at 2:21 PM
From the page of Tater the wise 😀
Reposted by Ronnie Farnham
𝚁𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍,
𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎..
𝚂𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠,
𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝—
𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗—
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐,
𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚕𝚎,
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚝
𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖.
𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜—
𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎
𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝.
𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎..
𝚂𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠,
𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝—
𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗—
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐,
𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚕𝚎,
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚝
𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖.
𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜—
𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎
𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝.
October 27, 2025 at 12:00 AM
𝚁𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍,
𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎..
𝚂𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠,
𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝—
𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗—
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐,
𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚕𝚎,
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚝
𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖.
𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜—
𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎
𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝.
𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎..
𝚂𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠,
𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝—
𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗—
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐,
𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚕𝚎,
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚝
𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖.
𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜—
𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎
𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝.
A dose of Standing Mountain ❤️
To pulverize self-importance is to take the deliberate breath before the blow—
hammer with intent,
the architecture of “I.”
Masks—
painted in charm,
fear,
desire,
or duty—
the echo inside the labyrinth of self-deception—
fades as the masks fall,
through the gentleness of truth.
hammer with intent,
the architecture of “I.”
Masks—
painted in charm,
fear,
desire,
or duty—
the echo inside the labyrinth of self-deception—
fades as the masks fall,
through the gentleness of truth.
October 25, 2025 at 1:36 PM
A dose of Standing Mountain ❤️
Reposted by Ronnie Farnham
October 24, 2025 at 2:10 PM
Farnham boudoir pose 🔥🔥😜
October 24, 2025 at 6:56 PM
Farnham boudoir pose 🔥🔥😜
What it's like dating me 😀
October 23, 2025 at 1:49 AM
What it's like dating me 😀