[longseasons]

does anyone like me and want to understand me

[jeremiu]

Akihiko Miyoshi, Artist Statement, 2004

[patronsaintofweepingmothers]

2006

[inatungulates]

Dugong Dugong dugon

With golden trevally Gnathanodon speciosus, around dugong’s face, and sharksucker Echeneis naucrates, around dugong’s body

Observed by wildlobster, CC BY-NC

[fishstims]

underwaterpat via jellyfish_science on instagram

[ommatidia]

made a ton of changes to my manuscript/thesis and then submitted it and then changed it more and then printed it to see what it would look like and i still made more changes

[butterflypeaflowertea]

anime boys now fill the sociocultural niche the catholic saints once did

[iamheavymeta-lll]

[weltenwellen]

Mai Der Vang, from “Last Body”

[admitier]

[ID: A quote by Mai Der Vang.

It reads, “I am the angel trapped inside the bullet. / (yellow highlighting) I am the exit wound trapped inside the angel. (highlighting ends)” End ID.]

[slopforhogs]

Collared peccary (Dicotyles tajacu/Pecari tajacu) with leucism amongst a squadron of regular peccaries

Captured by Ramiro Gonzalez, CC BY-NC 4.0

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[smsomah]

Cormorant fishing in Yangshuo near Guilin, Guangxi, China. Christian Vaisse

Cormorant fishing is an old tradition in which fishermen use trained cormorants to catch fish.

[terrorignitis]

Jorie Graham, Hybrids of plants and of ghosts | 1980

[photogdenography]

Stream Sipping

Arizona Sister - Embudo Canyon, NM

[amnhnyc]

Have you ever seen a pink grasshopper? Though the meadow grasshopper (Chorthippus parallelus) is typically distinguished by its green and brown coloration, a genetic mutation called erythrism leaves some individuals looking pretty in pink! Erythrism is the overproduction of red pigment. While these rare insects are beautiful to look at, pink grasshoppers are hindered by their vivid coloring because it makes hiding from predators much more difficult.

Photo: Back from the Brink, CC BY-NC 2.0, flickr (Meadow grasshopper nymph pictured)

[vintage-tigre]

[exhalereleased]

I go out and there she is, still of course, sitting on the nest, dead-center invisible in our flowing, still young and staked acacia; crown an almost perfect circle, dark greens blurring now in this high wind, wrestling it, compliant too—and you have to stand still and look in to see her, there where the wind splits open the head, slashes the branches, and you see her—heart, jewel, bloom, star—I can’t help but look, wind-slicings keep revealing her, felt-still, absorbent of light, sound, gaze, idea—

“Undated Lullaby” from Sea Change by Jorie Graham

[oparhelion]

— Jorie Graham, “I Was Taught Three”; from The Dream of the Unified Field: Selected Poems, 1974–1994