sacred grounds

i'm serious about aliens. jax - 29 - she/they - pan -i've been here for way too long-

[bo0nngie]

I think this bunny is more attractive with glasses

[leaderincrows]

You’re all getting ready for lads sapphic week RIGHT

[belimah]

art by jtvll

[vehder]

i miss u so much (pre ai internet)

[cipheramnesia]

If I was a wasp, I'd sting you. If I was a venomous snake, I'd bite you. If I was a lion, I'd maul you. If I was a swamp, I'd poison you. If I was a mountain, I'd fall and crush you. If I was the ocean, I'd drown you. If I was a cat, I'd never let you touch me. If I was a dog, I'd run away. If I was a horse, I'd never let you break me. If I was a farm, I wouldn't grow for you. If I was a fire, I'd burn out without warming you. If I was a home, I would fall apart around you.

If I was harmless and small, and easy to hold, you would love me. If I was a worm you could put me in the soft earth and I would be helpless in your care. Of course you could love me, but could you love me if I stung you, bit you, pulled against you, hid and didn't understand you but wasn't harmless or helpless at all?

Could you love something for what it is, when that means you can't touch it or show kindness, maybe even never be near it, and it might never, ever love you back? Is it okay to exist and not belong to anyone, to not be useful to anyone, to be dangerous or poisonous or a failure but a part of the world all the same?

[gallusrostromegalus]

I know this is a metaphor, but if you take it kind of literally, there is an answer to this.

We build wildlife preserves. Often explicitly for the protection of animals and ecosystems that can and have killed humans.

Whenever a whale gets stranded on a beach, CROWDS show up ad risk getting bludgeoned to death trying to get it back into the water.

Every Zoo has a reptile house full of venomous snakes and a team of humans dedicated to giving them the best quality of life possible.

There are volunteer beekeepers who will travel for miles and miles and hours and hours to relocate an entire hive.

There are people who rehabilitate dangerous dogs and horses

There are people who restore structurally unsound houses

There are people who study the way that fire burns so it can rejoin the ecosystem and not be smothered on sight.

Every day, millions of people get up and devote themselves to things that can and will kill them by their nature. Things they can't touch or show kindness to. Things they can't go near. Things that are wholly incapable of loving them back.

And they do it because they love them.

Everything dangerous, everything poisonous, everything 'useless'- absolutely everything has someone, often many thousands of people, who loves them exactly as they are, without expectation that their affection will be returned.

It is alright for anything, even you, to not belong to anyone, to not be useful, to be frightening and dangerous and not adhere to any standard of success. It's all alright. You are loved. You are loved. You are loved.

[horocca]

蘇る赤

[puxk1206]

pretty little bunny helps pick out your favorite lipstick

[kaeyonart]

⚠️headcanon: titanic sized, shark-like Lemurian Sea God

The Lemurian Sea God, amused by the tiny invader intruding in His waters, contemplates whether to eat you or be merciful and keep you in the deep sea with him as His treasure.

🔗 twitter ✦ bsky

[cementia]

ive been so low for the past months that i cannot even conceptualize truly relaxing and feeling only fine.

my worth and sense of self is so deeply entertwined with my usefulness and achievements, that the thought of doing nothing (for the sake of recovering and pulling my nervous system out of the constant fight or flight) makes me either numb or even more anxious.

i have no idea of who i actually am outside of this identity tied to the feeling of unworthiness and every step towards something that brings me a sliver of joy feels like a punch in the face.

i'm literally convinced that i'm useless and incapable of doing even the simplest of things right, so i am sort of doomed to this misery, and it feels deserved, because it's my fault for not being able to get better.

objectively, my life isnt bad, and yet for more than a decade i haven't been able to shake off the belief that i'm simply faulty. unable to function like a normal human should function.

i cannot adjust to this body, to the society, it's norms and people because a bunch of shit just doesn't make sense to me. so alienated. like i'm part material and part just out there somewhere. existing between material and otherworldly. i lack vocabary to even put it into words.

i'm so wired that i want my consciousness as a self aware entity to cease.

[avpdhaunt]

jobs for people who cant do or handle anything

[geeses]

reblog to diminish the horrors from the person you reblogged from

[qintten]

the people have spoken: caleb will now be accepting all your cramps for this month

[pzxce]

darkbound souls doodle

[cosmicalwanderer]

You can feel it now, right?

[yukinohoshikuzu]

same look.

[miyukiko]

[grungenova]

Happy mermay!!! 🧜‍♀️✨️