thee hole•e ghost 🏔️ (former bsky main character)

i’ve got a vector you can attack 🫦

idk how cysec folks do their jobs with a straight face bc wdym “SloppyLemming Deploys BurrowShell and Rust-Based RAT” is a real headline

actually this a cry for help because leg day is making me sick. It’s Shawn mendes holding a notepad that reads im a good boy

i’m like dropping hints that i’m good boy

bears when salmon swim upstream:

35 trips around the sun.

And what a ride it has been.

One thing about me is my ability to produce melanin is equal to my inability to produce lactase

me this entire week 😅

i need a full body transplant me thinks 😌

My sources are telling me it's Thursday. Will follow up

I wonder what Brandt’s boy Kyle is up to these days. Miss him ❤️

I’m not an annoying gay because I’m beautiful and perfect

in a little mountain town and this adorable old lady just used “by golly” seriously in a sentence

my pronouns are no/none

do not perceive me

hate cars that beep and tell me to stay on the road like sometimes I’m cutting curves and crossing lines on purpose to scare people

Boys making out

I love where I live. #mountains #alpinelife

also: if you’ve ever gotten off to me/one of my pics/vids, you owe me a nut vid with sound today 😘 i don’t make the rules sorry

also: if you’ve ever gotten off to me/one of my pics/vids, you owe me a nut vid with sound today 😘 i don’t make the rules sorry

if the boys in my life decided they wanted to send me a cute lil’ dick pics for my bday, my IG handle is in bio 🙃 or hole pics who am I kidding 🤭

Thank you to everyone who wished me a happy birthday yesterday but especially a big thank you to @mtns-and-men.bsky.social for making it extra special :)

Hi ladies, mateys, and theydees, what’s the move?

Happy Birthday to my freeeeend
@5280ghost.bsky.social here’s to more hikes, more halos and more Ford recalls 🫶

big #happyBirthday to my #bcb @5280ghost.bsky.social 🫶🤩🎂

I know cowards.

not the kind that turn tail, not the kind too timid to speak up.

rather the kind that lean into their worst selves; those that lift their strength against their fellow man, woman, even child.

those are the cowards of the worst kind.

it should come as no surprise and yet it does

totally.

just thought I was better prepared for certain things.

I wish I could explain to people in ways they could understand that all of this rage was once tenderness; all of this pain was once innocence

i thought i could break free from it, the way that my past had broken me

the sound of shattered dishes and shouted curses

the sting on the side of my face as the palm of my mother’s hand struck my temple

but some pasts have a way of never letting you go.

I want to scream.