Kiltedfiend, hound of heck.

Needed to hear this today.

Hits home, hard.

It’s a green tractor.

It’s the Feds making Portland look like a war zone— not the protesters.

And honestly, these protesters are brilliant. They’re flipping the whole authoritarian cosplay on its ass!

#Giddiness in #CywyddDeuairFyrion

I see you there,
we both just stare
with joyful grins
and hearts in spin
for a moment
all else absent
craved reunion
restitution

#poetry #emoetry

I love you
beyond what
language
can carry,
beyond sound
and syntax.
Words slip off
my feelings like
rain off a raincoat,
inept at holding
the weight of
what it means
to breathe
your name.
It lives deeper
than speech,
older than thought,
a quiet pulse
under every
silence we share.

#vss365 #raincoat

Diane Keaton, 'Annie Hall' and 'The Godfather' Actress, Dead at 79 Diane Keaton, the Oscar-winning actress known for a prolific career in uplifting comedies, has died at the age of 79.

Diane Keaton, the Oscar-winning actress known for a prolific career in uplifting comedies, has died at the age of 79. More:
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Richard Ahnert (Toronto-based Artist)
"The Other Side", 2025.
Oil on Canvas, 61 × 45.7 cm.
Private Collection.
#art #painting #painters #BlueSkyArt

Poppy a ginger cat and Blossom a tabby cat snuggling on a green chair.

Poppy a ginger cat and Blossom a tabby cat snuggling on a green chair.

You’ve got a friend in me!
Kitten cleanse.

100%

Canadian Thanksgiving Monday. I am thankful for my friends, my mews, and my boobalah.

It'd be a real shame if this photo of President Obama receiving his Nobel peace prize went viral today, for no particular reason

You know the assignment 👍

Holy lies Batman.

The Medieval Masterpiece, the Book of Kells, Is Now Digitized and Available Online If you know nothing else about medieval European illuminated manuscripts, you surely know the Book of Kells. “One of Ireland’s greatest cultural treasures” comments Medievalists.net, “it is set apart ...

The Medieval Masterpiece, the Book of Kells, Is Now Digitized and Available Online

Cool

Is that the NAC?

Interesting. Where I live we call these mosquito hawks and a daddy long legs is a type of spider.

I walk the garden
barefoot
grass underfoot,

intoxicating
petrichor rising,
a heady haze,
the fire of life
pumping through
my veins.

When the moon
said 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘵
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘦
I did not listen.

A divine bite,
juice dripping
from my chin.

I give up
I give in
let existence
take me.

#MPPrompt

But chaos dwarves!!!

Blossom, a tabby, and Poppy, a ginger, sharing a green chair

Blossom, a tabby, looking at the camera, and Poppy, a ginger, sleeping, sharing a green chair.

Kitten Love

Composing poetry
Never to be read
Espousing ideals
Never to be gainsaid
Expressing emotions
Never felt, but dead
Revisiting memories
Never dreamt, but led
Existing virtually
Never inside my head
Erupting anger
Never seeing red
Managing existence
Never having lived

Priceless

March

March us into conflict
March us into war
March us to the battlefield
And all its bloody gore
March us ‘til we fall
March us ‘til we're dead
Then pick us up
Turn us around
And march us off again

Day after day
I awake
Your name on my lips
My decisions
Haunting me
Churning my emotions
Your touch
But a dream
Your voice
An echo
Our past
A memory
As I stumble
Through the motions
Imitating existence
Trapped by my mind
Afraid to move on
Knowing I’ll lose
Not just you
But me as well

Embers to ashes
Warmth becomes cold
When does a relationship
Become lack lustre gold
Laughter to sadness
Joy becomes tears
When does a relationship
Become filled with jeers
Harmony to clashes
Words become silence
When does a relationship
Become a contrivance

When does a relationship die

You asked
I spoke truth
Which upset you
I understood
But the gap
It began
I texted you
You didn’t respond
I waited
My mind snapped
Old trauma
Reared its head
Paranoia
Fear
I pushed you away
Never to return
For that
I’ll never
Forgive myself

My heart
and mind
clash.
One pleading
for what
still feels
alive,
the other
whispering
surrender.
Love is the
ember I keep
cupped in
trembling hands,
while reason
stands apart,
cold and
watchful.
Between them,
I fracture,
choosing
neither
peace
nor
release.

#vss365 #poetry #clash

Ankylosaurus is a very close second.

Stegosaurus.

They are gone
I must move on
Begin to heal
Forget to feel
Just walk away
With soul frayed
The journey begun
Not two but one
Unknown ahead
Behind me dead
Can this I do?
See it through
Time will tell
I wish them well.