[varshnarsh]

obsessed with her vibe

[hotcrossedfangs]

[fionaapplerocks]

Fiona Apple

[clearbreathing]

under the midnight sun

[starsonmywindow]

I wish we could eat moss sometimes… i feel like it would taste like matcha

[distantvoices]

Harmony Johwa by Cho Giseok for Revue Magazine

[biomaterial]

The night gardener once asked me if I knew how citrus trees died: when they reach old age, if they are not cut down and they manage to survive drought, disease and innumerable attacks of pests, fungi and plagues, they succumb from overabundance. When they come to the end of their life cycle, they put out a final, massive crop of lemons. In their last spring their flowers bud and blossom in enormous bunches and fill the air with a smell so sweet that it stings your nostrils from two blocks away; then their fruits ripen all at once, whole limbs break off due to their excessive weight, and after a few weeks the ground is covered with rotting lemons. It is a strange sight, he said, to see such exuberance before death.

When We Cease to Understand the World, Benjamín Labatut

[lionfloss]

Green Love Letter by Masa-San, Fujino, Kanagawa, Japan

[prayforlove]

No bc why have I never felt comfortable shitposting on here where nobody knows who I am

[cornbreadlesbian]

The art of pie: before & after

[ferasfaisal]

Spring rose shop

[metamorphesque]

Der Astralmensch (The Astral Man), Sascha Schneider The Language of the Birds, Richard Siken

[shelterpub]

Hallig Habel, a farm in northern Germany on the North Sea, an area of low flatlands and mudflats. This photo was taken during an extreme high tide. From Home Work: Handbuilt Shelter

Photo by Hans Joachim Kürtz

[soft-lovely]

making mysterious phone calls

[neshamama]

kablusiak, “things that both a relative you haven't seen in a long time and the river could say,” 2019

[qelle]

[glowcowboy]

without arts & crafts we are in hell