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My therapist says I need to visit a rage room.
Tongariro National Park, New Zealand.
Shawnee National Forest, Illinois.
Just had a coworker ask me how I was doing. I decided to answer honestly with not good, instead of the usual fine. I don’t think they’ve ever been that panicked about how to respond in their entire life.
First strawberry blossom of the season!
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First strawberry blossom of the season!
Everyone talks about how Millennials already have picked up grandparent hobbies. We knit, garden, whittle, and bake bread. I think this is because we’ve already been through so much in such a short time. We’re exhausted. All we want to do is wrap ourselves in a sweater, sit in the garden, and watch our plants grow.
Watching my life collapse in on itself in real time is different from how I imagined it.
Looking forward to longer days, but enjoying these beautiful nights. Happy solstice!
It’s strange to find yourself missing someone, then realize they’ve changed over the years. So the person you miss doesn’t exist anymore.
Can’t reblog this enough.
Not the way I figured it would turn out, but I learned something here.
This is called Trophic Cascade in ecology.
He was a thing of brush and liquid eye, of fur and muzzle and hoof, he was a thing of horn and blood that would smell like autumn if you bled it out on the ground.
- Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451