Jamie P Rose
@jamieprose.bsky.social
Heya, I'm Jamie, a transfem (she/her) MLP fan, FimFiction.net Author, TTRPG enthusias, and an avid gamer, who has a love for all things space. I also have two lovely girlfriends and a handsome boyfriend who mean the world to me.
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Hope, that most capricious thing, is oft the strongest force in all of life.
When heart hath hope all the woes of world and life are naught but shadows before mid-day sun.
When heart hath hope all the woes of world and life are naught but shadows before mid-day sun.
November 26, 2025 at 12:39 PM
Hope, that most capricious thing, is oft the strongest force in all of life.
When heart hath hope all the woes of world and life are naught but shadows before mid-day sun.
When heart hath hope all the woes of world and life are naught but shadows before mid-day sun.
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Reposted by Jamie P Rose
Here's the #BeaverMoon from tonight, the last #SuperMoon of 2025. Shot from La Cumbre Peak, above #SantaBarbara.
#MoonPhotography #MoonPhotos #MoonShots #Photography
Camera settings:
Canon T5i
Sigma 150mm x 600mm
Focal length: 600mm
F-stop: f/11
Exposure time: 1/640
ISO: 800
#MoonPhotography #MoonPhotos #MoonShots #Photography
Camera settings:
Canon T5i
Sigma 150mm x 600mm
Focal length: 600mm
F-stop: f/11
Exposure time: 1/640
ISO: 800
November 6, 2025 at 5:16 AM
Here's the #BeaverMoon from tonight, the last #SuperMoon of 2025. Shot from La Cumbre Peak, above #SantaBarbara.
#MoonPhotography #MoonPhotos #MoonShots #Photography
Camera settings:
Canon T5i
Sigma 150mm x 600mm
Focal length: 600mm
F-stop: f/11
Exposure time: 1/640
ISO: 800
#MoonPhotography #MoonPhotos #MoonShots #Photography
Camera settings:
Canon T5i
Sigma 150mm x 600mm
Focal length: 600mm
F-stop: f/11
Exposure time: 1/640
ISO: 800
To walk the lenght of time is to tread upon the infinite,
Where walls crumble and reality warps,
Where all of you is always waiting,
In the halls of the multiverse,
So tread carefully brave soul,
Lest you fall lost in the wilds of eternity
#poetry
Where walls crumble and reality warps,
Where all of you is always waiting,
In the halls of the multiverse,
So tread carefully brave soul,
Lest you fall lost in the wilds of eternity
#poetry
October 31, 2025 at 12:44 PM
To walk the lenght of time is to tread upon the infinite,
Where walls crumble and reality warps,
Where all of you is always waiting,
In the halls of the multiverse,
So tread carefully brave soul,
Lest you fall lost in the wilds of eternity
#poetry
Where walls crumble and reality warps,
Where all of you is always waiting,
In the halls of the multiverse,
So tread carefully brave soul,
Lest you fall lost in the wilds of eternity
#poetry
Exhaustion
Life is exhausting,
The world is loud,
I am so tired,
Why must we suffer?
People are tiring,
Energy fleating,
I am cold and wrapped in exhaustion,
So why can't I stop thinking?
Why do we suffer?
Why must we be exhausted?
#life #poetryiguess
Life is exhausting,
The world is loud,
I am so tired,
Why must we suffer?
People are tiring,
Energy fleating,
I am cold and wrapped in exhaustion,
So why can't I stop thinking?
Why do we suffer?
Why must we be exhausted?
#life #poetryiguess
October 13, 2025 at 5:08 PM
Exhaustion
Life is exhausting,
The world is loud,
I am so tired,
Why must we suffer?
People are tiring,
Energy fleating,
I am cold and wrapped in exhaustion,
So why can't I stop thinking?
Why do we suffer?
Why must we be exhausted?
#life #poetryiguess
Life is exhausting,
The world is loud,
I am so tired,
Why must we suffer?
People are tiring,
Energy fleating,
I am cold and wrapped in exhaustion,
So why can't I stop thinking?
Why do we suffer?
Why must we be exhausted?
#life #poetryiguess
It is not one thing that breaks someone, but many.
It is not one day of pain that breaks someone, but many.
It is not one person who breaks someone, but many.
It is not one event that breaks someone, but many.
Yet that one person who breaks, is not many.
They are one.
And they are done.
It is not one day of pain that breaks someone, but many.
It is not one person who breaks someone, but many.
It is not one event that breaks someone, but many.
Yet that one person who breaks, is not many.
They are one.
And they are done.
October 7, 2025 at 6:07 PM
It is not one thing that breaks someone, but many.
It is not one day of pain that breaks someone, but many.
It is not one person who breaks someone, but many.
It is not one event that breaks someone, but many.
Yet that one person who breaks, is not many.
They are one.
And they are done.
It is not one day of pain that breaks someone, but many.
It is not one person who breaks someone, but many.
It is not one event that breaks someone, but many.
Yet that one person who breaks, is not many.
They are one.
And they are done.
Oh mighty moon in sky on high,
Oh how I love the and at night do sigh,
Except whenst tho fuckith up mine sleep,
Then great suffering do you reap,
And now on bed I wish to be,
For what thou hath done to me.
Sincerely,
A tired lady who wants to sleep and not got to work
Oh how I love the and at night do sigh,
Except whenst tho fuckith up mine sleep,
Then great suffering do you reap,
And now on bed I wish to be,
For what thou hath done to me.
Sincerely,
A tired lady who wants to sleep and not got to work
October 7, 2025 at 2:44 PM
Oh mighty moon in sky on high,
Oh how I love the and at night do sigh,
Except whenst tho fuckith up mine sleep,
Then great suffering do you reap,
And now on bed I wish to be,
For what thou hath done to me.
Sincerely,
A tired lady who wants to sleep and not got to work
Oh how I love the and at night do sigh,
Except whenst tho fuckith up mine sleep,
Then great suffering do you reap,
And now on bed I wish to be,
For what thou hath done to me.
Sincerely,
A tired lady who wants to sleep and not got to work
Before the stars on cold fall night,
Our song a endless flight,
Our cries a strum of darkness,
Our eyes a bleak starkness,
Our words an endless call
A call that pierces all,
Kin is Dream's right hand,
As we take flight cross the land,
What we're most known for?
Nevermore
#poetry
Our song a endless flight,
Our cries a strum of darkness,
Our eyes a bleak starkness,
Our words an endless call
A call that pierces all,
Kin is Dream's right hand,
As we take flight cross the land,
What we're most known for?
Nevermore
#poetry
October 6, 2025 at 7:37 PM
Before the stars on cold fall night,
Our song a endless flight,
Our cries a strum of darkness,
Our eyes a bleak starkness,
Our words an endless call
A call that pierces all,
Kin is Dream's right hand,
As we take flight cross the land,
What we're most known for?
Nevermore
#poetry
Our song a endless flight,
Our cries a strum of darkness,
Our eyes a bleak starkness,
Our words an endless call
A call that pierces all,
Kin is Dream's right hand,
As we take flight cross the land,
What we're most known for?
Nevermore
#poetry
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New evil squirrel cartoon 😈 🐿️
October 6, 2025 at 3:29 PM
New evil squirrel cartoon 😈 🐿️
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H A P P Y
🍂 OCTOBER 🍂
🍂 OCTOBER 🍂
October 2, 2025 at 6:25 AM
H A P P Y
🍂 OCTOBER 🍂
🍂 OCTOBER 🍂
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Reposted by Jamie P Rose
Reposted by Jamie P Rose
Reposted by Jamie P Rose
Light as feathers the witches fly,
The horn of the moon is plain to see;
By a firefly under a jonquil flower
A goblin toasts a bumble-bee.
-Katherine Mansfield
The horn of the moon is plain to see;
By a firefly under a jonquil flower
A goblin toasts a bumble-bee.
-Katherine Mansfield
September 30, 2025 at 12:36 PM
Light as feathers the witches fly,
The horn of the moon is plain to see;
By a firefly under a jonquil flower
A goblin toasts a bumble-bee.
-Katherine Mansfield
The horn of the moon is plain to see;
By a firefly under a jonquil flower
A goblin toasts a bumble-bee.
-Katherine Mansfield
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When you're a tree in autumn but you really want to be a paint shop colour swatch. 🍁
September 30, 2025 at 9:58 AM
When you're a tree in autumn but you really want to be a paint shop colour swatch. 🍁
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Sometimes the first hour of work is just painful and all you can do is write poetry and try not to cry.
September 29, 2025 at 7:32 PM
Sometimes the first hour of work is just painful and all you can do is write poetry and try not to cry.
To want to cry at your desk;
Frustration's peak,
Bone and joints creak,
Ass is sore,
Work an endless horror chore,
Life's rollercoaster entering another drop,
Plans are kind of a flop,
No days off to take,
Over the coals your soul they rake.
Frustration's peak,
Bone and joints creak,
Ass is sore,
Work an endless horror chore,
Life's rollercoaster entering another drop,
Plans are kind of a flop,
No days off to take,
Over the coals your soul they rake.
September 29, 2025 at 5:20 PM
To want to cry at your desk;
Frustration's peak,
Bone and joints creak,
Ass is sore,
Work an endless horror chore,
Life's rollercoaster entering another drop,
Plans are kind of a flop,
No days off to take,
Over the coals your soul they rake.
Frustration's peak,
Bone and joints creak,
Ass is sore,
Work an endless horror chore,
Life's rollercoaster entering another drop,
Plans are kind of a flop,
No days off to take,
Over the coals your soul they rake.
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Pain,
The body's way of saying what's wrong,
Except when it's way too strong,
Then it's torture and hell for you,
And there's often not a fucking thing you can do,
For pain pills can dampen it,
And when they wear off you feel like shit.
The body's way of saying what's wrong,
Except when it's way too strong,
Then it's torture and hell for you,
And there's often not a fucking thing you can do,
For pain pills can dampen it,
And when they wear off you feel like shit.
September 29, 2025 at 4:59 PM
Pain,
The body's way of saying what's wrong,
Except when it's way too strong,
Then it's torture and hell for you,
And there's often not a fucking thing you can do,
For pain pills can dampen it,
And when they wear off you feel like shit.
The body's way of saying what's wrong,
Except when it's way too strong,
Then it's torture and hell for you,
And there's often not a fucking thing you can do,
For pain pills can dampen it,
And when they wear off you feel like shit.
What is sadness if not a form of pain?
A bitter taste upon the tongue,
A hankerchief full of tears beggin to be wrung,
Why doth we have to suffer so,
When monsters have more wealth than they can show,
"Life is suffering" is coy,
Why can't it just be fucking joy?!?!
A bitter taste upon the tongue,
A hankerchief full of tears beggin to be wrung,
Why doth we have to suffer so,
When monsters have more wealth than they can show,
"Life is suffering" is coy,
Why can't it just be fucking joy?!?!
September 29, 2025 at 4:51 PM
What is sadness if not a form of pain?
A bitter taste upon the tongue,
A hankerchief full of tears beggin to be wrung,
Why doth we have to suffer so,
When monsters have more wealth than they can show,
"Life is suffering" is coy,
Why can't it just be fucking joy?!?!
A bitter taste upon the tongue,
A hankerchief full of tears beggin to be wrung,
Why doth we have to suffer so,
When monsters have more wealth than they can show,
"Life is suffering" is coy,
Why can't it just be fucking joy?!?!
Ever feel so overfilled with chaotic emotions that it just flips from all emotions to total numbness and then flips back and forth between those two states at random? That's about how my day's been going, hope you all are having a better one.
September 25, 2025 at 1:28 PM
Ever feel so overfilled with chaotic emotions that it just flips from all emotions to total numbness and then flips back and forth between those two states at random? That's about how my day's been going, hope you all are having a better one.
