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intro post:

(dividers by the incredible @saradika)

★nyc ★(she/her) ★19 ★bookworm ★love enthusiast

#introduction #introductory post #introducing myself

mysticalcoffeequeen

When you thought it would be easy peasy lemon squeezy but it turns out to be difficult difficult lemon difficult.

switchnx

Wait that’s actually really good, gonna pop this out of the tags

itsreallystupid

teaboot

biroselandry

sometimes I message ppl and its like holyyy shit talk like a normal person stop saying "maxxing"

nyctophile-moi

but lifemaxxing is important :(

doitbuckley

scoes

(no drinks in) who wants me

hoseoch

“what are you gonna do, cry about it?” yes . the fuck

jessaerys

what in the world are "pity likes" you guys are inventing new ways to be insecure. every like i give is a like with my whole pussy

great-and-small

Saddest thing ever is reading an academic paper about a threatened or declining species where you can tell the author is really trying to come up with ways the animal could hypothetically be useful to humans in a desperate attempt to get someone to care. Nobody gives a shit about the animals that “don’t affect” us and it seriously breaks my heart

great-and-small

“No I can’t come out tonight I’m sobbing about this entomologist’s heartfelt plea for someone to care about an endangered moth”

bogleech

This is how I learn there's a moth whose tiny caterpillars live exclusively off the old shells of dead tortoises.

thepastisaroadmap

[Image description: text from a section titled On Being Endangered: An Afterthought that says:

Realizing that a species is imperiled has broad connotations, given that it tells us something about the plight of nature itself. It reminds us of the need to implement conservation measures and to protect the region of which the species is a part. But aside form the broader picture, species have intrinsic worth and are deserving of preservation. Surely an oddity such as C. vicinella cannot simply be allowed to vanish.

We should speak up on behalf of this little moth, not only because by so doing we would bolster conservation efforts now underway in Florida, [highlighting begins] but because we would be calling attention to the existence of a species that is so infinitely worth knowing. [end highlighting]

But is quaintness all that can be said on behalf of this moth? Does this insect not have hidden value beyond its overt appeal? Does not its silk and glue add, potentially, to its worth? Could these products not be unique in ways that could ultimately prove applicable?

End image description]

headspace-hotel

because we would be calling attention to the existence of a species that is so infinitely worth knowing

rackiera

I was so inspired by this I made it into a piece of art for a final in one of my courses for storytelling in conservation

a-book-of-creatures

the-forest-library

kill the imposter syndrome in your head because not only is there someone out there doing it worse than you, they’re also using chat gpt to do it

wordfather

you're just mad because im annoying you and getting on your nerves on purpose

reneerapps

RENEÉ RAPP via TikTok

moldavite

you are so fucking hot holy shit

but do you think i'm worth saving?

inkskinned

because i love you like that. lining the baking sheet to make cookies for your parents. putting aside a cutting of my spider plant since your friend mentioned he might want one. dressed up today even though i only am gonna see you.

not good at other stuff. brain like a blender. once actually i told my mom that it's like riding a surfboard through a tornado: no matter how many flowers i plant, i find the storm coming again on the horizon, whipping up my past into my present. everything becomes a cyclone in a moment. don't know if i did my taxes right; forgot to pack my hairbrush. i'm always forgetting something, actually. rarely ever do i get my work done 100% right; there's always a double-space or a missed comma. not your dog in a fight, i'd probably cry.

but i love you like i wrote you a poem at three in the morning. i love you like your favorite brand of gingerale is always stocked. i made sure to get the pickles you like too; even though i never remember to offer. i love you like your birthday isn't even for another month and i've already made three alternative plans (weather permitting); your gift's already wrapped in a corner.

love you like: give me the wheel i'll drive, you look tired. like: actually yeah why don't you play music, your taste is better. like: you go take a nap, i got this. like: let me make you dinner. like: i already organized everything, it's set to go whenever. like: let me carry that. like: if there's something i can do to make your life better today, i'm going to do it, always. like: okay i lied i did want the last few bites but you were so hungry and this sacrifice is an honor.

giggling and with your hair in a fan on my pillow, you told me that you're going to build me the house of my dreams. low voice, glowing like a moonbeam. angel girl. foxkit. sole proprietor of my heart: my home is wherever you're gonna be.