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About Me 💗

My name is Ed but you can also call me Freesia.

My pronouns are they/them and I am nonbinary.

On this blog, I mainly post nice plants and nature. But I like a lot of random things. I follow back and interact.

#i took these pictures at a farmers market

Straight As, 4.1 GPA, full resume, but still might be dropped due to being underfunded. Again. Life is so cruel.

I care about everyone and everything but who is sticking around for me?

littlestpersimmon

Each refresh gives you a different campaign that needs fulfilling. If you are someone with disposable income, I implore you to make a donation, it makes all the difference. Many of the campaigns are requests for funds to cover the cost of evacuating the ongoing genocide.

Photos from a workshop

#florist #floristry #flower arrangement #workshop #bouquet #carnations #astilbe #grevillea

NYOOOOM

#critter

First Bloom 💗

#lily #first bloom #summer flower #look at my onion photobombing the lily lol

Flowers with center halos

#hibiscus #daylily

littlestpersimmon

Each refresh gives you a different campaign that needs fulfilling. If you are someone with disposable income, I implore you to make a donation, it makes all the difference. Many of the campaigns are requests for funds to cover the cost of evacuating the ongoing genocide.

I love moss

fluoresensitive-deactivated2024

I just want it to matter! I want the lives of the people that die on this planet, the people who are killed through violence and apathy and cruelty, to matter. And I know they matter to like, people with hearts and eyes and good sense, people who know how to love this world, but it feels like literally nobody with any power to make immediate change cares. Whatever. I care, you care. We care.

manichewitz

some photos i took from emerson college’s encampment for palestine. most of these were taken only a few hours before the boston PD attacked hundreds of protestors and brutally arrested 108 students, most of whom were poc, jewish, and/or queer.

anyone who spent any amount of time in the encampment will tell you just how much it brought us all together—there was always food, music, arts and crafts, and hundreds of messages of support written in chalk.

after the BPD was done brutalising us for peacefully protesting, they power washed down the walls of the encampment—all of these messages are gone. theyre trying to erase what happened, but they’ll never truly be able to. everyone saw, and everyone will remember.