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ricyrick87.bsky.social @ricyrick87.bsky.social · 25/07/2026

Isn't it strange, the comfort from another's touch compared to the comfort of one's own? Why do I not appreciate my love in the same way I do for others? At what point did I stop attending dates with myself...who bailed, and who was left behind, still waiting for me to show up?

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ricyrick87.bsky.social @ricyrick87.bsky.social · 29/08/2025

I want to arouse dormant rooms within my mind, wordless and ancient, the last, remaining space carried over from the time of caves, each of us connected through this single passageway, to walk through is to inhabit humanity without the limits of our skin, to expand and lose oneself to oneself.

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ricyrick87.bsky.social @ricyrick87.bsky.social · 30/07/2025

Have you ever witnessed someone who barely existed, known only by the ripples of their actions. They appear as quickly as they disappear, turning a sharp corner or racing through a closing door. An action looking backwards to its resting place, having been but nowhere to be found.

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ricyrick87.bsky.social @ricyrick87.bsky.social · 28/06/2025

Occasionally I catch a moment of joy out of the blue, like feeling a drop of rain after a brutal heatwave. It smacks you awake w/ the softest of kisses, a reminder of the kindness that lies in being surprised, that the future begs for ur courage, so it might caress you like this, again & again

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ricyrick87.bsky.social @ricyrick87.bsky.social · 07/06/2025

I wake & know I'll sleep again, intimately aware of this pattern & how, if folded, no time escapes. This allows me to skip ahead of my anxiety, but takes away the peace that comes in quiet moments. I try to reconcile what to do w/ this absence of time, when sunrise & sunset are best enjoyed unseen

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ricyrick87.bsky.social @ricyrick87.bsky.social · 28/05/2025

I can feel most alone when I'm w/ myself. How can that be when I carry the entirety of my existence? a small universe wrapped in this fragile body. Im infinite, whittled down to the freedom of my choices. I'm what contains & what fills. But sometimes I lose my grip & can't help but spill into myself

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ricyrick87.bsky.social @ricyrick87.bsky.social · 24/05/2025

Tentacle touch, wrapped in greed. So complete, 'Separation' a word that babies speak: babbling but meaningful, on the cusp of something true. A squeeze becomes your inhale. Its weight your burden. Strangled living. You're an octopus now, or is it the other way round?

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ricyrick87.bsky.social @ricyrick87.bsky.social · 18/05/2025

I don't know if the Internet will ever save us. It feels like we're still hoping it might. Discourse is fractured. Authenticity struggles bc an individual can't be fully digitized. Information is cacophonous & reality, it turns out, can be easily mimicked. I don't know if the Internet can save us.

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ricyrick87.bsky.social @ricyrick87.bsky.social · 07/05/2025

I was w/ my aunt & uncle many yrs ago, who were house sitting. Alone in the bedroom, I was upset & crying. I started petting this kitten, who wobbled a little as it strutted across the bed, awkward but regal. I remember thinking how funny that was. Strange what memories stay with you.

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ricyrick87.bsky.social @ricyrick87.bsky.social · 20/04/2025

I’ll never catch up to my future self. By the time I’m there, I’m no longer who I was. Yet I seek love all the same. I try to make the best choices for him. My actions are shadows, shaped by a hope I will be happier. We are moving not for ourselves, but who we'll become

I’ll never catch up to my future self. By the time I’m there, I’m no longer who I was. Yet I seek love all the same. I try to make the best choices for this distant version of me. My actions are shadows, shaped by a hope I will be happier. We are moving not for ourselves, but who we'll become.

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ricyrick87.bsky.social @ricyrick87.bsky.social · 11/04/2025

Flowers are beautiful, but they only show up once a year. Aren't we lucky to have flowers like that? Can you imagine a world without any? But as the winter thaws, all the flowers show their pretty faces. Sometimes I wish we could see flowers all year. But I only notice them when they're in bloom.

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ricyrick87.bsky.social @ricyrick87.bsky.social · 05/04/2025

It's comforting to know peace exists in nature even if I don't see it. That my reality is small & humbled by a far greater one. I will never know it, but it defines me, this quiet self that follows like a shadow, hugging me to whisper of a beautiful space untouched and holy.

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ricyrick87.bsky.social @ricyrick87.bsky.social · 02/04/2025

For a moment we stopped and listened. There was joy, even in the sadness and anger. He cut through the noise like a cathartic wound. Everyone drew closer to hear him, and side by side we cheered him on, unclenched our jaw, & felt the ache of so much weight lift off our shoulders: a second wind.

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ricyrick87.bsky.social @ricyrick87.bsky.social · 29/03/2025

The monsters are no longer under my bed. I beg for them to appear, worried they've learned the truth, or worse, I've forgotten their faces over the years. Instead, they may be out in the sun, unsuspicious and unafraid. Oh God, the monsters are no longer under my bed.... *** (Reposting w/minor edit)

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ricyrick87.bsky.social @ricyrick87.bsky.social · 29/03/2025

Existence touched itself & fell in love w/ the sense of connection, a deep longing to re-connect gave way to the universe, who split into a multitude so it might fall in love in infinite ways, through stars, flesh & time. From cradle to grave, it was always a greed of oneself that sparked this life

Existence touched itself & fell in love with the sense of connection, a deep longing to re-connect gave way to the universe, who split into a multitude so it might fall in love in infinite ways, through stars, flesh & time. From cradle to grave, it was always a greed of oneself that sparked this life

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ricyrick87.bsky.social @ricyrick87.bsky.social · 27/03/2025

It's beautiful to watch them lie. That kind of apathy for the truth is inspiring, a hypnotic nihilism with no rhythm or grace. The thrill as they undress for the public, how intoxicating, a humiliation that arouses with each denial. We all know the truth, but it's too beautiful to look away

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ricyrick87.bsky.social @ricyrick87.bsky.social · 20/03/2025

Existing can be rebellious all on its own.

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ricyrick87.bsky.social @ricyrick87.bsky.social · 10/03/2025

Watch me disassemble, piece by piece, the fragility of my ego. I've kept you waiting, haven't I? So close I smell your sweat. It'll be unsatisfying. Better to unwrap than to hold this gift I offer you. But I've broken everything except myself. And God help me, I'm enjoying this too.

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ricyrick87.bsky.social @ricyrick87.bsky.social · 08/03/2025

I don't want to sit with my anger, because if I do I'll find out a terrible truth: eventually it fades. How mundane, to die like everything else.

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ricyrick87.bsky.social @ricyrick87.bsky.social · 28/02/2025

Even when the world burns, honey is sweet. When all the bees have gone quiet, the stars have dimmed & space continues to stretch as the earth rests, it will be a truth unbroken by time. This knowledge, uniquely filtered through the fleeting, human experience: honey is sweet.

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ricyrick87.bsky.social @ricyrick87.bsky.social · 26/02/2025

Deep inhale, hold, and reflect on this: even if human nature is prone to violence and self destruction, joy stubbornly will exist, always and forever. Long exhale, hold, and reflect: of these two impulses, are they valued in the same way? Now release and breathe.

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ricyrick87.bsky.social @ricyrick87.bsky.social · 21/02/2025

How do you sound when rolled off the tongue? Do you rhyme? Are you the first word to a poem, or the sharp, satisfying edge of a curse? How shapely are your syllables? And do you command, or are you a greeting waiting for an answer? If you can be any word, what word would you be?

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ricyrick87.bsky.social @ricyrick87.bsky.social · 16/02/2025

Let me keep you up at night w/ thoughts that spark questions to answers u'll never find, but whose pursuit leads to greater riddles & fewer words to describe them, what depth you've stumbled upon, lost in the sea of ur Musings, too vast to waste time w/ sleep, when there's so much of you to discover

Let me keep you up at night w/ words that spark questions to answers you'll never find, but whose pursuit leads to greater riddles & fewer words to describe them, what depth you've stumbled upon, lost in the sea of ur Musings, too vast to waste time w/ sleep, when there's so much of you to discover

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ricyrick87.bsky.social @ricyrick87.bsky.social · 12/02/2025

We r predators w/ all our basic needs met. We are animals who pretend to be otherwise. We are delightfully absurd but take ourselves too seriously. We are contradictions but speak in binary, striping all color from such tensions that bleed and give us life. We are silly, but so incredibly sad.

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ricyrick87.bsky.social @ricyrick87.bsky.social · 09/02/2025

It sneaks up on you, soft as a feline, I am both predator and prey, this feeling of joy, how sublime to submit, in a single bite I taste my happiness as it runs down my chin, claws sink in so I can't run, caught by my dominance.

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ricyrick87.bsky.social @ricyrick87.bsky.social · 07/02/2025

There were no eggs on the shelves. The dairy was practically gone. Only a few cartons of milk left. Shoppers glanced at the uneasy display of scarcity. Not concerned enough to spark action when the rest of the aisles were stocked. Their carts still too full to make room for the revolution.

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ricyrick87.bsky.social @ricyrick87.bsky.social · 07/02/2025

Time dilates & the limbs of the universe glow beneath pale flesh, blood flowing along endless channels of death and rebirth, the constellation of galaxies a fever that quickens the heart, a billion suns folded within a trillion more, such color in a vacuum, its contagious breath the gift of life.

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ricyrick87.bsky.social @ricyrick87.bsky.social · 02/02/2025

It's jarring, isn't it? The dissonance as reality fractures. Planets out of alignment & tides clawing at the shore. But here I am, building sand castles, digging moats, counting sea shells, and admiring their beauty, wiping the tears away so I can finish.

$It's jarring, isn't it? The dissonance as reality fractures. Planets out of alignment & tides clawing at the shore. But here I am, building sand castles, digging moats, counting sea shells, and admiring their beauty, wiping the tears away so I can finish.$

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ricyrick87.bsky.social @ricyrick87.bsky.social · 31/01/2025

Today will be a lazy day. The tire smoke & sirens are not going anywhere. I will sip tea & bury myself in blankets, while struggling to not fall asleep before re-reading the last line of the last chapter of the book I promised myself I'd finish. My selfishness will thrive today because it has to.

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ricyrick87.bsky.social @ricyrick87.bsky.social · 30/01/2025

I slept & dreamt of a dreamer who dreams of me, and like turtles on a merry-go-round, I lost myself along the infinite curve, their shells shuffled lazily in arcs that stretched lifetimes, until I woke, wondering if I had ever been awake at all...

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ricyrick87.bsky.social @ricyrick87.bsky.social · 30/01/2025

R friends algorithms? Each engagement deepens their effect on u. The longer u keep in touch, the more u see them. & when they upset you, it never helps to keep the argument going, and learning to prioritize the content of ur relationship helps your feed to reflect what matters most: love & community

Are friends algorithms? Each engagement deepens the effect they have on you. The longer you keep in touch, the more you see them. And when they upset you, it never helps to keep the argument going, and learning to prioritize the content of your relationship helps your feed to reflect what matters most: love & community

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ricyrick87.bsky.social @ricyrick87.bsky.social · 28/01/2025

I'm worried I have everything I need. When did it happen? Likely so long ago I've forgotten. & if my cup has been full all these years, how much have I spilled on myself trying to fill it? I have been miserable for much of my life, drenched in a cold sweat wondering why: and still I pour.

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ricyrick87.bsky.social @ricyrick87.bsky.social · 26/01/2025

Sometimes I want to unpack myself after a long break, as if my cumulative experience were luggage strapped to my shoulders. The satisfaction of unloading their weight & putting away each article of clothes, knowing I'll wear them again, but content to enjoy the quiet ritual of returning home

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ricyrick87.bsky.social @ricyrick87.bsky.social · 22/01/2025

How delicate are you? Are you like patterned tissue paper, floating along the surface, whose hue bleeds richer with the wet weight of water. What patience, to observe you in your splendor, for even the lightest touch will disrupt your symmetry.

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ricyrick87.bsky.social @ricyrick87.bsky.social · 22/01/2025

Doom. Doom. Doom. Doom. Doom. Doom. Doom. Boom. Doom. Doom. Broom. Doom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Broom. Broom. Broom. Broom. Zoom. Zoom. Zoom. Swoon. Zoom. Zoom. Swoon. Reminder: you have the power to change your doom scrolling.

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ricyrick87.bsky.social @ricyrick87.bsky.social · 20/01/2025

Like children whining, begging for attention: I don't need to coddle you. Stay in your crib behind your bars & watch me grin, watch me become a clown who dances to your cries, performing a simple magic trick: my smile. I am anger dressed in joy & out of spite, I thrive because of you.

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ricyrick87.bsky.social @ricyrick87.bsky.social · 19/01/2025

Today I painted w/ friends. In creating a memory, I made art. Can a moment in time infuse w/ the pigments I brushed across the canvas? Like memories tied to scent, have I preserved this feeling, expressed not just in the image, but in every uncertain stroke, living in the blur of color & company

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ricyrick87.bsky.social @ricyrick87.bsky.social · 15/01/2025

NYC is a poem you never get a chance to write. It's felt in ur bones, experienced in motion, the sweat of sound & vendor smoke: urban synesthesia & when theres a moment of quiet to really think about it--stand clear of the closing doors. Poetry on the express track, delayed by sick passengers.

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ricyrick87.bsky.social @ricyrick87.bsky.social · 14/01/2025

I don't like being on the edge, tightrope walking along the cusp of a precipice, facing an emptiness that shrinks existence back towards its source: eyeballs wired to a brain doom scrolling reality, 2 scared to take a break & dream of something better; to reimagine oneself filling the space instead.

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ricyrick87.bsky.social @ricyrick87.bsky.social · 13/01/2025

There's a stray cat who doesn't socialize w/ the others on the island. She likes to sit outside by the water, where rocks keep all the humans at bay. She's a brilliant orange, unable to properly camouflage, doomed to be an object of beauty to everyone she hates. There's poetry in her solitude.

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ricyrick87.bsky.social @ricyrick87.bsky.social · 12/01/2025

He's trying to wear their skin. But it hangs loose on him, like a worn sweater, the kind that itches & blooms a rash around one's neck. It covers the rot well. He's saying the words. Practiced. Eyes unfocused. But the skin, it makes him smaller, and he knows he will never be able to change that.

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ricyrick87.bsky.social @ricyrick87.bsky.social · 10/01/2025

I once met the Void, and smiled. It asked me why, and I shrugged "Why not?" The void grew angry and gestured to its belly, "There is no joy here." So I stepped inside and replied: "Yes there is." The Void laughed. It swallowed me whole, and I wear its skin like a new set of clothes.

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ricyrick87.bsky.social @ricyrick87.bsky.social · 07/01/2025

We're entangled. Suffocation by the sweat of limbs. How beautiful this space, inelegant & naive. The whispers which make their way between the tiniest of gaps, from ur ear 2 mine, r nearly unspoken. I don't know ur name, yet we'll fight, laugh & stumble over 1 another, never hugging but always stuck

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ricyrick87.bsky.social @ricyrick87.bsky.social · 05/01/2025

How exquisite a scalpel your words can be. I have never known this kind of nudity, stripped of niceties and facades. No animal remains but the flesh of stars and space. Speak to me. Decimate. Let me hear the sound of oblivion.

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ricyrick87.bsky.social @ricyrick87.bsky.social · 01/01/2025

I block you. You block them. We block each other. Blocking blocks those who need to be blocked, but it may block important, uncomfortable conversations too. How many building blocks of these kinds of blocks can we pile like bricks on top one another, until the blocker blindly blocks themselves?

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ricyrick87.bsky.social @ricyrick87.bsky.social · 31/12/2024

How would u hug ur future self? Or would it be the other way around? Can u imagine ur older self asking questions about how u survived, while u admire at having survived? & what of the love u hold now? This love split in two. How can it be wrapped in a third embrace, so u never lose this love again?

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ricyrick87.bsky.social @ricyrick87.bsky.social · 29/12/2024

We're on the cusp of celebration. When all of the year's hurt & joy is poured in our cup, and we can't quite separate the two, instead we watch as they mix, revealing a cryptic message like settled tea leaves. These memories will carry me through another year, but in drinking, I must also let go...

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ricyrick87.bsky.social @ricyrick87.bsky.social · 25/12/2024

Give urself like a Christmas gift. Take time to sort through the wealth of your soul, admire your value as expressed in the currency of a friend's smile, & gently wrap it in tissue paper, unrushed & quiet. Offer this vulnerability to those closest & allow urself the joy of unraveling in loving hands

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ricyrick87.bsky.social @ricyrick87.bsky.social · 23/12/2024

We never talk about how we die each night, or the miracle of climbing out of that dreamscape by sunrise. Faith allows us to take the plunge without fear, and Time mercifully looks the other way. I wake with the taste of my expiration lingering, dark chocolate and wine, the sweetest of hangovers.

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ricyrick87.bsky.social @ricyrick87.bsky.social · 21/12/2024

What's the word for when one overwhelms with intent? On the first sip I taste acid, a colorful, sharp slap across the tongue: I beg for more, the heat elevates, accentuates, but as the temperature cools the fruit of apples brightens my pallet. Wet, almost puckering, relief after a storm #coffeenerd

A picture of coffee in a small glass pitcher next to white, handle-less cup, placed on a wooden tray. A card is held in place, displaying the name of the coffee: Marcos Solis Pink Bourbon

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