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Post a non religious photo you think of as holy
Nicole Kidman pictured smoking beneath what looks to be a fabric marquee. She's wearing a fabulous gold dress so presumably it's a red carpet movie thing. Tom Cruise is standing beside her in shadow, looking very short and very annoyed. He's saying something to her, something impatient I imagine. He's whining, definitely whining. Meanwhile Kidman is stood erect, a perfect porcelain statue in a shaft of light, eyes closed, head tilted upwards to the heavens, taking a one handed drag from a cigarette. She towers over him in every way possible.
August 15, 2024 at 1:42 PM
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Me, welcoming my newest follower
A yellow balloon floating against a blue sky. The ballon takes up most of the frame. It has a simple smiley face printed on it in black. Thae angle of the shot makes it look like the balloon is looking slightly downward at you and it's a little unsettling in a way it's hard to put your finger on. In a 70s style font the words WEIRD VIBES are in the top left corner.
August 13, 2024 at 10:28 PM
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So long joe, and thanks for all the war crimes
July 21, 2024 at 8:51 PM
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The only way to travel
A photo of my torso, showing my yellow Four Seasons Total Landscaping tshirt
June 22, 2024 at 11:05 AM
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It's never a blessing, to be met on this road
"I didn't know", he didn't say; "I didn't know the thickness of the dark;  How unwranglable the wilds;  How empty the streets of grief;  How distant the voices from some familiar    place you never seem to reach;  How unfit for the journey your shoes;  Of what little use a map;  How sharp and urgent the longing for a voice   that can be followed,  Calling you forward;  For a hand that can be held,  Guiding you home.  I didn't know how heavy the burden;  How suffocating the panic;  How lonely --  How very fucking lonely --  The responsibility to remember.  I didn't know", he didn't say.
June 21, 2024 at 12:47 AM
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I found these which... are not that helpful
A close up of the left side of my head, with my hair covering my face A selfie in which I'm tilting my head to the right and my hair is entirely covering my face
June 13, 2024 at 8:35 AM
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Baron would like a word
My black cat Baron, staring down at me imperiously from a brown leather armchair with a look of naked homicidal contempt
June 2, 2024 at 1:53 AM
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Oh and I can't give you Barons without some Bishops ♡🖤
My black and white cat Bishop is lying on the flap of an open cardboard box, beneath which is my black cat Baron. They are both looking at the camera in a way which suggests they're high as fuck and have just been caught by the cops. My black and white cat Bishop, asleep in her woollen cat cave. Does woollen have two ls? I'd google it but I'm in the middle of writing this where was I right yes she's curled up in her cat cave, all twisted like a pretzel but with fewer braincells even than a pretzel has. My black and white cat Bishop with her tongue caught in her collar because she is, and I really can't stress this enough, an idiot. My black and white cat Bishop lying on my belly making her default expression: i.e. utterly blank, just completely devoid of all thought, unburdened by cognition of any kind, nothing but circus music and bird song going on up there
June 1, 2024 at 8:56 PM
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Here, have some Barons 🖤
My black cat Baron sat on a windowsill looking extremely, comically alarmed My black cat Baron stood on my legs and doing an extremely alarming, and impossible to describe, spine stretch Me black cat Baron, curled up in the crook of my knee and shooting me an extremely withering look. Honestly, the psychic damage I took that day. My black cat Baron having a snooze beside me, tucked under my arm
June 1, 2024 at 8:45 PM
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This was the last time I grew my hair out and I'm SO tempted to do it again - although now my hair is much healthier so it wouldn't be as light and floofy. It is a divinely ordained cruelty that healthy hair is heavier and looks shitter.
A picture of me lying on my belly in a sunbeam on the living room floor of my flat in London. I'm holding the camera out in front of me in my right hand. I'm leaning on my left elbow, with my chin resting on my left wrist. My hair is much lighter than now and falling in airy waves over my left shoulder. Annoyingly, given that I was RUINING my hair with bleach every month back then, it looks better than now, when it is divinely healthy and glossy. The universe is cruel.
June 1, 2024 at 4:36 PM
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Gonna drink some champagne in my four seasons total landscaping shirt
An upside down photo of me lying on a bed wearing just an extra large bright yellow Four Season's Total Landscaping tshirt. In one hand I'm holding the cameraphone above my head and in the other I'm holding a glass of champagne resting on my stomach.
May 30, 2024 at 11:50 PM
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I am physically incapable of seeing the word piquant and not replying with
The cover of a book I found at a weird farmer's market in a carpark of an industrial estate. The books is called Holly Johnson: A Bone on My Flute. The cover features a photo of a very botoxed looking gentleman in a white leather suit with large angel wings. There is a featured quote from New Musical Express: "Courage has never swanked so piquantly". I will regret until the day I die that I didn't buy it. Had I not taken the photo I would believe my recollection of it were evidence of a stroke.
May 28, 2024 at 9:17 PM
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Baron's appalled face:
My black cat Baron sitting on a windowsill surrounded by a hunger games of underwatered herbs struggling for survival (the herbs, not the cat) against structural cruelty and indifference. Baron's ears are at full, terrifyingly large dorito-shape attention and his eyes are swelled to the proportions of a moderately-sized moon. For context, in this instance my terrible crime was quietly washing up a fork.
May 24, 2024 at 1:08 PM
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I don't know what level of twee it is to carry this with me at all times but whatever level it is I am that. Right on the eyelids, boom, I'm a new person.
A small amber-coloured glass spray bottle full of rosewater. The bottle has a homemade label with the word "Rose".
May 23, 2024 at 9:07 AM
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a photo of you that could be an album cover

I can't choose but one of these
A slightly grainy, 70s-style sepia-toned picture of me from behind as I walk towards low-lying clouds that engulf and obscure the mountain in the background. Taken in the Sierras, 2012. A light-washed photo of me sat on the devil's causeway in a truly bizarre outfit of skinny jeans, grey woollen coat with an oversized collar, lime green vest beneath a sheer black jumper and owl gloves. I am, and I can't stress this enough, fucking hungover. In the picture not now. Ok also a little bit now. A close up of my hand holding a glistening can of Gordon's gin and tonic. Sadly it's slimline but some days you have to take what you can get. I'm sat cross-legged out of frame but you can just see the side of my bent left knee in the corner of the picture, and the bathwater in the background. There is a lurid yellow price sticker on the can: £1.89. What looks to be an extremely over-filtered photo of me and my black cat when he was just a kitten, but in fact I was just lying beside a huge floor-to-ceiling window in glaring July sunshine and my cameraphone freaked out. You can just see the bottom half of my face at the top of the pic. I'm lying under a red blanket and my cat, Baron, is lying on my chest looking up witheringly, straight into the camera. He has one paw placed on my lips, closing them firmly. "Shut the fuck up, my god" he seems to and does say.
May 21, 2024 at 8:05 PM
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I love Baron but my most relatable creature is Bishop, who enters every room screaming and meets human interest with this face
A small black and white cat reclining on top of a wicker cat bed that's fashioned like a little cottage. She's staring at the camera with a distinct and unmistakable expression of "ffs, what do you want now"
May 15, 2024 at 5:18 PM
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Advertise your account with one image
A close up of a yellow balloon with a smiley face floating in a blue sky (bluesky! get it?!). The text overlay says "WEIRD VIBES".
May 14, 2024 at 12:37 PM
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I put together a plastic car for my friend's 2yo and apparently she now calls it by her consonant-free pronunciation of my name. Meet my namesake:
A lurid pink plastic car
May 8, 2024 at 2:08 PM
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The view from my ghibli-ass train home
A calm, breeze-ruffled sea under a gently bruising sky at dusk A calm, breeze-ruffled sea under a gently bruising sky at dusk
May 7, 2024 at 9:29 PM
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Let the horse be with you.

LET
A round plastic vintage pin badge from Lloyds Bank with their black horse logo and the words "Let the horse be with you." Let. LET.
May 4, 2024 at 7:53 PM
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Their vibes are unparalleled
My two cats, Baron (black, not really a cat but an unknowable ineffable void creature that does his best to manifest correctly in our paltry dimensions, uncomfortably often much much MUCH too long, a set of velvet bagpipes with galia melon eyes) and Bishop (black and white, far far too small, entirely devoid of thought, never once plagued by an idea, between her ears nothing but mania and circus music), staring at the camera with eyes as big asteroids. There is a strong suggestion of drug use and more general mischief.
May 2, 2024 at 6:12 PM
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Crack open my ribs and pour it inside
A square photograph taken at Barafundle Bay in Wales. The top third is a grey, cloud-filled sky. The bottom third is smooth sand, scantly dotted by glistening pebbles. These are separated by a calm, muted turquoise sea with a single low wave approacing the shore.
May 2, 2024 at 1:50 PM
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Let's hold hands and walk through the sky
A stone path cutting across the glass-flat surface of a lake, which reflects the dusk-dimmed cloudy sky
April 28, 2024 at 11:01 PM
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There was a butterfly
There was a butterfly, impossibly, There, Among the flat cracked barren salt, Blue sky made cruel, naked And whipped into a bruise by lidless sun, Copper bleeding brittle into stone -- The only green for a hundred miles -- But there, Among the cracked flat barren salt, Pressed firmly in the mountains' palm, A butterfly, Poppy red and carnation ragged. I wish I could say I saved it Somewhere other than my memory. I don't know, Now, If I ever sang for you Anywhere other Than that hospital room. But I remember how your laugh was soft, Like smoke in autumn air, And the butterfly.
April 24, 2024 at 1:07 PM
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Going through some old photos and look, weren't we pretty
A photo from the summer of 2012, before I'd worked out how to fill in my eyebrows. The picture is a selfie taken by Justin, a man who was my everything and is no longer here or anywhere else. I'm squidged up next to him in a cable car going over the Thames in London. We're smiling in a way that I don't anymore. He's been gone 10 years and I still smell his cologne at 3am.
April 24, 2024 at 12:42 PM