home of the plant wars

neither a pesticide nor an abstract vegetable

[julianplum]

🐟🐟🌕🐟🐟🐟🐟 // swallowtail shiners // gouache on hot press paper

[antiqueanimals]

Robert Hainard (1906 - 1999). Hermine. June 14th, 1930.

Hainard Foundation

[processes]

minimalist pencil sketches of cats by Shou Xin (手訫)

substack

[smokefalls]

If the mortal sin of the suicide is greed, to hoard stillness and calm for yourself while dispersing your riotous internal pain among all those who survive you, then the mortal sin of the martyr must be pride, the vanity, the hubris to believe not only that your death could mean more than your living, but that your death could mean more than death itself—which, because it is inevitable, means nothing.

Kaveh Akbar, Martyr!

[earhartsease]

[bardace]

Shut Up, I Don’t Care

[foruli]

My whole future just keeps collapsing more and more. First I ruined my career. Then I drove everyone away. Learned I will never be stable enough to date or have a family and grieved those things. Now it's learning I will actually never be mature enough to make friends again and I will have to live my entire life as my own only person and having to grieve human connection. I'll keep going, because there's no other choice, and I am alive so how can I complain, but everything feels so empty.

[foruli]

“There’s a strange contradiction revealed by the naïveté and kindness demonstrated by humanity when faced with the universe: On Earth, humankind can step onto another continent, and without a thought, destroy the kindred civilizations found there through warfare and disease. But when they gaze up at the stars, they turn sentimental and believe that if extraterrestrial intelligences exist, they must be civilizations bound by universal, noble, moral constraints, as if cherishing and loving different forms of life are parts of a self-evident universal code of conduct.”

—  Cixin Liu, Author’s Postscript to the American Edition of The Three-Body Problem

[iamjapanese]

Yu Chengyou（于承佑 Chinese, b.1953）

Spring Outing 1996 woodcut 70cm Diameters via

[crazysodomite]

[mourningkite]

What you looking at

[tokay-blog]

[indigosfindings]

i really like this thing where websites will have separate "log in" & "sign up" buttons and if you click "log in" it takes you to a sign-up screen anyway so you have to click "i already have an account" and then it will ask if you want to sign in with your facebook account or with instagram or linkedin or deviantart or whatever, and if you choose "username & password" it asks if you want to put in your username or use your thumbprint, and once you put your username & password it emails you a confirmation code, and once you put in the code it says "do you want to give us your phone number for future sign-ins? do you want to sign up for facial recognition? do you want to give us your bones? give us your fucking bones?

[foruli]

The Waste Management Phoenix Open is golf’s most democratic and obscene event

The tournament is either the only real capital-P People’s Tourney on the tour or a carbuncle on golf’s ass. Or is it both?

This is from 5 years ago, but it is still the best summary of the cultural experience that is the WMPO I have read yet.

I had never heard of the WMPO before moving to the Phoenix area (which, fun fact, is the headquarters of Republic Services, the biggest competitor of Waste Management), and I suspect many people who neither live in the Phoenix area nor care about golf nor wish to relive the frat life experience later in life have heard of it either! Enjoy educating yourselves.

[estera-shirin]

Tzedakah box, Iran, late 19th century CE

[tytonidyke]

Bok choy is such a beautiful vegetable

[tytonidyke]

This is her btw 🥬

[saffronlesbian]

[id: a colored pencil and marker drawing of a little fairy that looks like both she and her gown are made of bok choy. her hair is a big frilly green poof like bok choy leaves and her sleeves are similarly textured, draping to cover her hands. her long white overlapping layers of skirt fluff out then tapers in a little right at the hem, reminiscent of bok choy stems. she stands demurely, eyes closed. /end id.]

[dandelion-de-deus]

Now I get it. Anne Shirley was right; sometimes pretending you’re an exiled princess fallen from her state or a wealthy criminal who’s decided to take a minimum wage job to ignore detection IS the only way to get through the work day