onroses

poetry, art, collage, prose

[dogpuppy]

[hungwy]

I don't want to escape the cycle of death and rebirth. I love it here. I'll be anything at all

[unkindcorvid]

Love Notes from the Hollow Tree by Jarod K. Anderson

[psikonauti]

Scott Prior (American, b. 1949)

Valley in Winter, 2014

Oil on linen

[knightofleo]

[bonefarm]

Get rid of your fucking Ring cameras holy shit. That was one of the most chilling ads I’ve ever seen

[creekfiend]

😰😰😰😰😰

[knitmeapony]

[nateconnolly]

40,000 years ago, early humans painted hands on the wall of a cave. This morning, my baby cousin began finger painting. All of recorded history happened between these two paintings of human hands. The Nazca Lines and the Mona Lisa. The first TransAtlantic flight and the first voyage to the Moon. Humanity invented the wheel, the telescope, and the nuclear bomb. We eradicated wild poliovirus types 2 and 3. We discovered radio waves, dinosaurs, and the laws of thermodynamics. Freedom Riders crossed the South. Hippies burned their draft cards. Countless genocides, scientific advancements, migrations, and rebellions. More than a hundred billion humans lived and died between these two paintings—one on a sheet of paper, and one on the inside of a cave. At the dawn of time, ancient humans stretched out their hands. And this morning, a child reached back. 

[nateconnolly]

A Timeline of Humanity:

[juztice]

Bro this fr hit so hard

[bebs-art-gallery]

“BACK WHEN TIME DIDN’T MATTER” — AN OIL PAINTING BY RIONA

[and-fishing-equipment]

in 2026 DO NOT ask yourself whether your art is GOOD

instead ask:

is it SINCERE

was it CATHARTIC

was it FUN TO MAKE

is it MADE BY ME

and don't forget to stay silly

[expressions-of-nature]

Hunts Mesa, Utah by Jeroen Fransen

[weltenwellen]

Joy Sullivan, from “Culpable”, Instructions for Traveling West

[hose270]

It's fascinating how the Internet Roadtrip has so closely replicated all the pitfalls of democracy. As the population grows, factions break out—are you a detourist? a pathist? a purist? Pick a side, cast your vote, tear down the enemy. Plans and policies go haywire when the hivemind, the silent majority, votes against them. The endless options of the North American roadway are shrunk into simple binaries: continue towards Canada, or keep exploring Acadia? We get locked in a stalemate, each side winning in alternating U-turns, the car pacing back and forth along the same stretch of highway for hours, going nowhere. And then election fraud—bots pour in, hundreds of them, thousands even, overwhelming the vote, banishing the car to an island. Perhaps the only way to overcome the opposition is to use the tools of our enemy—counterbots flood the polls. It gets worse before it gets better, and finally, the system that allowed manipulation—not out of malicious intent, but simply as a consequence of unforeseen abuse—at last, that system changes, safeguards fall back into place, and once the external threat is gone, we turn on one another again.

And yet, for all the arguments, all the tribalism, all the exhausting battles against injustice, every now and then, the voice of the people rings out in a beautiful, clear harmony. We escape the harbor. We get to Bangor. Amidst mock arguments about gambling and McDonalds, we tour the city, we visit landmarks, we see what we came here to see. Soon we will leave, and the car will again fill with conflict over routes and destinations, but for now, democracy has done its work, and it is lovely.

[important-animal-images]

[pngblog]

[wingdingery]

[taylornprice]

tackle box 🎣

[solar-settings]

the overstory, richard powers // yellowjackets (2021-)

[onroses]

I knew my project was to learn to feel god without looking for god, without reaching, without any stretch, and yesterday I got the closest to that I have ever been. I was lying on top of my bedsheets and looking at the ceiling and my phone was on silent my music was loud and peaceful and there was a calm in my heart that I hadn't felt in a while, and I remembered about god - and started reaching, a feeling I know well, it's in and around my heart - and then I thought, no - here it is. and then I reached in - and had to stop that too. Because here it is here it is here it is. You do not need to reach anywhere. Just feel what is. There it is. It is not foreign. There is nothing alien about god. It is right there, right where you are, and you do not need to turn your neck to look.