I consider an immaculate, weed-free lawn about as pretty as a parking lot.

The thing that keeps hitting me three to six times a day with everything that’s going on domestically and globally: what a colossal and unnecessary waste of potential, life, and possibility

How many future paths foreclosed, in big and small ways, for nothing

Something I think about a lot: - how many people had to die so we could know which mushrooms we can eat?

Testing this out here idk

April Fool’s Day has lost its luster now that everything is bonkers all the time without end.

All I want to do is make art and live in the woods.

Narrator: But she could NOT make art and live in the woods...

Ever get weirded out by looking at your hands for too long?

How strange to see a chronological timeline of posts from people I actually follow.

Hi! I’m new here.