Rag Rabbit

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[ragrabbit]

Im having marimos for the first time!

As a minu plant enthusiast finding about these little guys years ago was an absolute delight and a big joy knowing I could get my hands on some hehe

I ordered 6 baby marimos and they arrived in the mail yesterday!!!

Plopped them all in the fridge first thing since yk it's hot and also to rest up because of the shipping stress

Today I take them out of the fridge and somehow one of them has a little bubble :0

How did it photosynthesise *in my fridge*???

So anyways... To the little guys!

(yes if you're wondering they're in a pudding jar, at least for now)

(can you see the bubble on the one in the middle!!)

Another one just made a bubble. Another one. It's midnight, and I don't have a UV lamp-

Any care tips for marimos when you live in a tropical climate? Or just care tips for marimos in general? :p

okaysss probably signing off for tonight~

Goodnight, all!!

[ragrabbit]

I was washing my hair when Mama walked in,

A small bowl of

Celery soup

In her hands.

She wanted me to try,

To see if salt needed to be added to taste.

I had already brushed my teeth.

It would be a hassle to brush them again.

But a small bowl was all it took,

A small bowl of my favourite soup,

And I was willing to brush my teeth

All.

Over.

Again.

Just for a taste.

Mid shampooing, I hurried over,

Hadn't even the chance to turn the water off,

Hastily, through wet floors.

I took the bowl from her hands.

Tenderly, I took a sip

Before she'd even the chance to

Tell me it was hot.

I didn't go over because I was hungry,

Nor was it because I was greedy,

Or needy.

I just loved celery soup.

I drank the bowl, and though

I didn't have a spoon,

I shoveled the little bits of celery,

The ones sitting at the bottom,

With my bare hands.

Into my open mouth.

Like a man starved.

"Can I have a second bowl as soon as I'm out? I'll just brush my teeth later."

[ragrabbit]

hihiii it's been a little over a year!!!

this year, i return with a new ambition, a new me! so... stick around and find out ⚡

It'll be a pleasure seeing you around!

warmly,

Rag Rabbit

[ragrabbit]

The Death of a "Now"

The death of a "now" comes fast, comes slow— it is precious; fleeting, just like the life of falling snow.

i write you letters, once heartfelt, now low; i wonder, did you see it reeling? the death of a "now" comes fast, comes slow.

i still hear the echoes of your oboe: it is graceful, softly weaving; just like the life of falling snow.

i remember we sat on that bench with our hot cocoas— i regret how i always weighed our brief meetings; the death of a "now" comes fast, comes slow.

i pause, to think we were two young fools, but it was meaningful, though not for my keeping just like the life of falling snow.

Now, I think back on every "now" between us two. Now, I no longer regret every moment spent with you. The death of a "now" comes fast, comes slow. Just like the life of falling snow.

[ragrabbit]

Hello, and welcome!

Hey there! Welcome to Rag Rabbit's corner (aka Rei)!

I'm a young writer with creative writing deeply ingrained in my veins, and this is where I'll be dropping my poems, tiny tales, thoughts, and maybe even some art whenever inspiration strikes! ✨

Hope you enjoy hanging out in my little corner of the internet!