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i. there's this phrase: bloom where you are planted.

ii. something i should maybe talk to my therapist about is that all of my daydreams involve me helping people. when i picture meeting celebrities, i'm usually just suggesting therapy to them. there's just not a lot left for me to get out of this world, i feel like - like with this time left i might as well use it for kindness.

iii. according to the gardening map, i was raised in Zone 6 of plant hardiness. i think that's kind of funny. i am good with plants, and keep too-many of them. i learned young about the colors of hydrangeas - how you cant tell the pH of the soil by it.

iv. they tore down both of the schools i attended as a kid. most of the forests we walked in have been turned into apartment complexes. there's nothing really left of the places i've been.

v. tumbleweeds are liminal things - they are carcasses that carry their seeds along with them. a plant that evolved to move. we have so much to learn about nature, and the way that happenstance creates miracles. can you imagine the beauty of that? i think so often about how the roots of a tree often take up the same shape and circumference of its branches. i think so much about carnivorous plants; those that eat with no stomach. about where plants store their "knowledge."

vi. i'm not going to write about who i was or what i did to myself before i left. only three things, which will make sense if you are the type of person i buried in that ditch. the first is that i ended up getting tattoos to cover it. the second is that setting boundaries still makes me uneasy. and the third is that i am constantly shocked at the fact i have actually made it to the place where i'm happy.

vii. there's this ongoing joke amongst those of us who keep plants: you don't really get a say in whether or not the plant wants to be dead. i'm excellent at orchids, but i kill every ivy i've ever met. i have been rotating one particular rescue plant around my apartment, trying to figure out what exactly is the right amount of sun for it. the truth is that sometimes things will never survive being kept.

viii. i used to daydream about joining the circus. about an alien abduction. i used to picture meeting celebrities and whispering please fucking get me out of this. did you know the quote originally came from a bishop? when i googled it, google told me the meaning is don't take what you have for granted. make the most of what you are given.

ix. sometimes i think about my 17 year old self. it's been happening a lot lately. i keep watching her through my memories, how she clawed herself raw, scratching at the walls. we got out, is the thing. i know we thought about staying. but oh, fuck dude: we could have never bloomed if we'd stayed planted.

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hi gen z. my people. I love you. but I have been told, on numerous occasions that I am an old woman in a 17 year old body. maybe thats whose writing this post. that bitch.

gen z. shut the fuck up. please. yall are annoying as hell. like genuinely. stop labeling everything you are. stop it. its not that important.

stop canceling people. I dont care if that person said something shitty before we were born. I dont care if they hurt your feelings. your feelings are not a reason to ruin someone's life, to take away their livelihood. and we, this generation is so quick to follow. so dont say "i didnt say I wanted everyone to agree with me and share my post" because we absolutely will, even if we have no information. you know what you're doing.

also!! everything isn't offensive!! no!! and when something is, you know what *isnt* the right solution?? to bully that person to the point where they delete their social media page. to taunt and call names and send death threats and all that jazz. thats not okay. that is just as bad, if not worse, than what that person said. stop it. if you dont like something, stop supporting the person. stop buying or watching. be active about it, not evil. because bullying is evil. its wrong. and fighting fire with fire doesnt do anything but burn everyone.

and finally. I have a problem with this, too. im guilty of it. stop being so mean to *yourself.* you are beautiful, you are loved, you are intelligent and you have the entire world at your fingertips, honey. we are an *amazing* generation with so much talent and activism (when done correctly) and strength. we were born into a *fucked* up world and we just do not know what to do with it. but we have to try a little harder, and do a little better because we deserve that. we got the short end of the stick, but that doesnt mean we can't be better. we are amazing. lets show everybody else, right?

@salticid​ you’re amazing and I love ur cryptic spambot convo I hope u like this!!

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“Have the maturity to sometimes know that silence is more powerful than having the last word.”

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"Is that a banana in your pocket or are you just excited to see me?"

Janice, I bought a fucking banana and sat down. There is banana juice in my pockets Janice. I went to get my morning coffee and read somewhere that a banana was supposed to help with something. But I don't usually get a banana and I sat down to do my work. It exploded in my pants Janice. I need to go home Janice there is a dead banana in my pants. I'm not excited for anything, there's a fucking banana exploded in my pants Janice.