Vanny Khon
@vannykhon.bsky.social
I like classic haiku, Thomas Hardy's novels, Asian twink porn, maths, classical dance, trees, flowers, Family Guy, music, sunlight and shadow, birds..
I think people have been leaving Bluesky :(
January 24, 2025 at 5:49 PM
I think people have been leaving Bluesky :(
Dinner with Sheldon
January 22, 2025 at 4:04 AM
Dinner with Sheldon
Coffee with friends
January 21, 2025 at 5:45 PM
Coffee with friends
Along the Charle River this morning
January 21, 2025 at 12:29 AM
Along the Charle River this morning
It’s a privilege to be able to read on Monday morning when outside is freezing
January 21, 2025 at 12:26 AM
It’s a privilege to be able to read on Monday morning when outside is freezing
I am obsessed with SZA's Nobody Get Me
January 14, 2025 at 8:54 PM
I am obsessed with SZA's Nobody Get Me
just wrote a personal essay
Memory of My Mother
vannykhon.github.io
December 20, 2024 at 3:43 AM
just wrote a personal essay
at home
image from the summer :(
image from the summer :(
December 11, 2024 at 11:08 PM
at home
image from the summer :(
image from the summer :(
I don’t think I stop loving my exes,
though love is such a heavy, splendid word.
I no longer care for the weather of their days,
what they eat, or whom they talk to.
But if they stood before me,
I’d see them the same—
a face softened by years,
a body I once touched
as if to quiet some great ache.
though love is such a heavy, splendid word.
I no longer care for the weather of their days,
what they eat, or whom they talk to.
But if they stood before me,
I’d see them the same—
a face softened by years,
a body I once touched
as if to quiet some great ache.
December 9, 2024 at 2:14 AM
I don’t think I stop loving my exes,
though love is such a heavy, splendid word.
I no longer care for the weather of their days,
what they eat, or whom they talk to.
But if they stood before me,
I’d see them the same—
a face softened by years,
a body I once touched
as if to quiet some great ache.
though love is such a heavy, splendid word.
I no longer care for the weather of their days,
what they eat, or whom they talk to.
But if they stood before me,
I’d see them the same—
a face softened by years,
a body I once touched
as if to quiet some great ache.
Lotus pond in fresh pond during the summer
November 27, 2024 at 7:10 PM
Lotus pond in fresh pond during the summer
