Congratulations!

Gen Z: Growing up, I've learned the meaning of so many words. Tell me a word, I bet I know what it means.

Boomer: Love.

Gen Z: Okay, so you're just gonna make stuff up.

What a terraformed Venus with realistic climates would look like 

by MrCactus04

dark green is a nice color. underrated

Melancholy Italian boy call him depressed

Sad Italian boy call me wallowuigi

“Everyone makes a greater effort to hurt other people than to help himself.”

— Alexis Carrel (via purplebuddhaquotes)

2024 MANDATE

Do NOT. Do not. DO NOT buy fake leather

Pirate everything. Burn cds. Fight the cloud

PHYSICAL MEDIA

Tip food service workers crazy style

Smile at yr bus driver

Wear more eyeliner

Read superhero comic books

Paint more blood and gore

See saw xi in theaters

DIY OR DIE

Draw messy

LIVE MUSIC

remember that old panic at the disco is good truly

Tell people you love them

Stompy boots

My Chemical Romance

Assault a customer at your retail job

Write that weird fanfic

Watch every vampire movie ever made

Wear that crop top

Start a fire

Listen to music made by angry women

Remember that you are fucking alive and do whatever you want

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.

Mother Matroska