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me seeing purple flowers on a lawn: that’s the prettiest thing i’ve ever seen
me seeing sunlight hit the waves of the sea: that’s the prettiest thing i’ve ever seen
me seeing raindrops sparkle colorfully on a bus stop bench at night: that’s the
chat how do i kill the desire to be wanted and chosen before it kills me
btw you will miss this in 5 or 10 years. memory will smooth these circumstances down like a river stone, and you will find yourself longing for a shade of light or a moment of this particular innocence. you don't know about what happens next, and one day that will be the most alluring thing of all. don't leave it all for nostalgia. have a nice night now, whatever night it happens to be.
hey americans there is a recall on testosterone gel because they found benzene in it! please check the lot numbers on your batches, benzene is really not something you want to be rubbing into your skin, also you might be eligible for compensation because this is just insane what the fuck
Even if you aren't on T gel and think this recall doesn't apply to you, it includes way more than just testosterone, including a bunch of very common medications, so please please please still check this list. Every medication I am currently prescribed was on this list except one.
being as i am an idiot, and having been one my whole life, i just wanna say that i find it very easy to do nothing, and go nowhere. i eat chocolate late at night in the dark. i stand in the garden also. and i’m often waiting for something to happen. and i’m stupid.
aradiabot or frog sprite aradia plss
this is how it feels to be living at home and unemployed
kinda starting to think that Alecto the Ninth isn’t coming out in 2023…………….
i made this post as a joke but it actually isn’t funny anymore. it haunts me. every time this pops up in my notifs i’m reminded of the gaping hole in my chest that widens every day because of alectopause. one day i will wake up and there will be alecto news. i say it to myself like a mantra. it keeps me going. someday it will be alecto the ninth tomorrow. i have to have hope but all this post does is remind me of how much time has passed. i love the locked tomb a really really normal amount why do you ask
Pool # 27 - Ann Goldberg , 2016.
Canadian , b. 1970s
Oil on canvas , 30 x 48 in.
I found lots more on the artist's website, and then came across Percy in the Pool, which almost did me in 🥺🧡
White-rumped Hawk (Parabuteo leucorrhous), family Accipitridae, order Accipitriformes, Rio Bermejo, Ecuador
photograph by Rudy Garns
Seljalandsfoss Waterfall in Iceland
Aa small moment by Cornelius Eady
Being a ranger I spend a lot of time alone in the wilderness for hours in the company of one of four co workers.
One such worker for the purpose of this post we shall refer to as Dave.
Dave is a very quiet man. He confesses that if conversation happens too quickly and for too long he gets tired so we often work in silence. He's very polite and good natured but it's obvious that he would happily live and work alone for the rest of his life given the option.
He's very much in the previous generation of ranger, a practical man in his fourties or fifties happy to be kept physically busy for a day and then be sent home with some pay. I had to show him how to use a work issued smart phone.
Meanwhile the rest of the team is made up of the current generation of rangers; openly nurodivergent queer women in their twenties or thirties who work this job because it's the only setting where we can vaguely look sane.
So Dave sticks out a bit. It's really nice when he opens up though because he's an impulsive individual when left to his own devices and has plenty of stories to tell if the mood takes him. I really like working with Dave.
Anyway, one day we've got a job that takes a three hour hike to get to and early on the topic of deer comes up.
I hadn't realised this was the first time we had discussed deer, but blatantly it was. Dave's entire demeanour changes, there's a bit of passion in his voice, but it's also hushed as if he's talking about something sacred.
"Deer are my favourite animal." He says.
I'm also eager to hear Dave talk about himself, so I encourage him to say more.
"I'd love to be a deer myself."
And more
"If a genie offered me the opportunity to become a deer I'd take it. I wouldn't even stop to ask what the price was."
And more
"Sometimes I feel like I'm a deer having a dream about being a human.*
And there I am, a long time commuter to the therian/otherkin community keeping up the encouraging face of someone being politely interested, knowing that this man is straight up a therian with no frame of reference.
And I decided that I wouldn't push the subject outside of the bounds of what Dave is comfortable with, I wouldn't try to teach him the terms "Therian" or "Otherkin" but absolutely I would talk with this man as if he's a deer.
And it's a bit magical really. He's an impulsive individual so I have to talk him out of some risky choices every so often and "this is why deer like you keep getting stuck in fences" has become this magical phrase that allows him to step down from a mistake with a bit of a smile on his face.
