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mini-moss

Migration

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pascalcampion

A little shelter.

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montereybayaquarium

A little pawsitivity for the day: The Sea Otter Cam 🦦🐾❤️!

While we are closed to help slow the spread of Coronavirus, our Animal Care team is looking after the Aquarium’s critters. Sea otter feedings will still be happening today at 10:30am, 1:30pm and 3:30pm PST!

pascalcampion

Black cat black cat.

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Alright, I haven’t actually been here in a minute.

I used to keep a lot of things in my tumblr drafts. Drafts. Do you feel the wind coming in from under the door?

Jordan re-did their blog a little and still posts things there.

Whiiiich reminded me that I might like to practice writing here sometimes. At least let my little ugly things breathe by poking a couple holes in the lids of their Google Docs or something. mwah.

slimegargoyle

are you trying to be normal so people won’t know you’re traumatized and angry or are you trying to be larger-than-life so people won’t know you’re vulnerable and needy

magnesiumflare

I’ve been thinking about the way, when you walk down a crowded aisle, people pull in their legs to let you by. Or how strangers still say “bless you” when someone sneezes, a leftover from the Bubonic plague. “Don’t die,” we are saying. And sometimes, when you spill lemons from your grocery bag, someone else will help you pick them up. Mostly, we don’t want to harm each other. We want to be handed our cup of coffee hot, and to say thank you to to the person holding it. To smile at them and for them to smile back. For the waitress to call us honey when she sets down the bowl of clam chowder, and for the driver in the red pick-up to let us pass. We have so little of each other, now. So far from tribe and fire. Only these brief moments of exchange. What if they are the true dwelling of the holy, these fleeting temples we make together when we say, “Here, have my seat,” “Go ahead - you first,” “I like your hat.”

- Danusha Laméris, “Small Kindnesses"

oofpoetry

Think of the firefly, beating its bright pulse. Think of the firefly smashed against a child’s arm because someone promised it would make his wrist glow and he wanted to keep the light forever. Think of the first love you ever destroyed because you’d never known anything like it before, like seeing your own heartbeat outside of yourself, a flickering, luminescent miracle— you wanted to crush it to your skin.

(via serotina)