weird at last

lizzie / 25 / lesbian nature educator, ao3 author, pokemon master he/him, she/her

[takingoffmyshoes]

they told me not to get lost in the weeds, but these are lush, beautiful, and ecologically necessary native plants so it's probably fine

[apparently-artless]

GAKE NO UE NO PONYO (2008) dir. Miyazaki Hayao

[pansy2025]

goo goo dolls if they were in dune: and i don’t want the worm to see me

[calleido]

hungarian matchbox labels

[egg-in-the-woods]

17.04.2026

[oceaniatropics]

Purple-crowned Fairy Wrens, Northern Territory, Australia

[ghiblin]

THE SECRET WORLD OF ARRIETTY 2010, dir. Hiromasa Yonebayashi

[contemptible-scoundrel]

[seeing a high definition photograph of a poison dart frog after a three week tolerance break from looking at images] HOOOOOOOOOOO

[alyssa-berg]

Five years, five days

[nam3-kun]

practicing with backgrounds,,, mnshn pls they're a pain in the ass to draw

[geopsych]

A walk through the woods and into the park this morning, with mayapples added for your enjoyment. I remember standing in the snow and wishing for this.

[rauko]

Cross Section Photography of Smoothly Polished Agate Minerals

[anxeious]

[oncewild]

thinking about this bit from an article by Ann Druyan in 2003:

“When my husband died, because he was so famous and known for not being a believer, many people would come up to me – it still sometimes happens – and ask me if Carl changed at the end and converted to a belief in an afterlife. They also frequently ask me if I think I will see him again. Carl faced his death with unflagging courage and never sought refuge in illusions. The tragedy was that we knew we would never see each other again. I don’t ever expect to be reunited with Carl. But the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief and precious life is. We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting. Every single moment that we were alive and we were together was miraculous – not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chance… That pure chance could be so generous and so kind… That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space and the immensity of time… That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me and it’s much more meaningful… The way he treated me and the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other and our family, while he lived.

That is so much more important than the idea I will see him someday.

I don’t think I’ll ever see Carl again. But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful.”

[pardalote]

All four stone in my Forest Floor series are done. Just thinking about mossy stones, dappled light on the forest floor, lichen, bark, leaves.

I had fun dressing up stones again.

Linen, cotton, wool and silk threads. River stones.

[firstethicalpisces]

girl nothing is ever gonna be all the way together just enjoy the bits and pieces #yourfragments

[diffenbachiae]

they shaved part of my leg (tattoo) and it feels so disconcerting in a way i wasn’t expecting… give her back her beard :(

[loveletters2myself]

my heart will always be soft. i will never stop looking for the good and love in everything. no one could ever take that away from me.