#butmaybe

[archive-of-araluen]

If I tried writing some fanfic, would anyone be up to reading it?

[warxiwarxi]

--{ Yeah so what if he just

kinda

falls

[nealfitzgerald]

Late night NPC design session (a.k.a. things that will probably never see gameplay)

[screamlikeagrrrl]

going out tomorrow with the girl ive wanted for AGESSSS WOOH

[lynngifs909]

Face Reveal?🤔 I mean who knows who I am lol.

don't do it or?

I think it's too early.🙄

I mean if you want.

go for it. or wait? idk

Voting ended onMay 10, 2023

[poemsfornic]

Keeping a Tidy Garden

I believe that for a garden to be productive, it should be tidy. Vegetable plants should be spaced properly to provide the room they need for maximum production. I cage my tomatoes so they grow up toward the sky and not into each other. I plant in a raised bed so that the grass does not grow into the rich topsoil I spread. Ideally, this also keeps the weeds out, but they are tenacious and sneaky. Some mornings it looks like the entire tract is choked by weeds. Many gardeners pluck them carefully, taking time to pull up the long taproots that weeds often have. I have a different technique. Drawing from a pile of soil I keep in reserve, I spread a layer of new dirt over the intruders. The layer is thin, but when I am done it looks like there were never any weeds. My plants stand tall and stark in contrast to the fresh new soil. The extra support is good for them. I nurture them with fresh water and fertilizer. They grow tall with my care.

But weeds have evolved to survive, and when I water my garden or the rain comes, the dirt is loosened and they poke their tendrils through to seek the sunlight again. They have driven their roots deep in the meantime; they have shot runners to snake and tangle across the surface. They rise and shake off the soil, seemingly stronger than before. I smooth dirt over them again, but as I care for my garden, the weeds draw strength. It is never long before the dandelion greens and the wild violets swirl to embrace my peppers and herbs. They are now impossible to peel off without ruining the vegetable plants, so I pack soil tightly up around them and hope that this time they are buried for good. Still the weeds rally and rise, and with growing fervor I try to push them back. I cover them again and again until the new soil reaches the top of the box and overflows into the yard. I pile it higher until the chard is smothered and the tomatoes can bear no fruit. The dirt in reserve runs out, but the mountain has grown high enough so that nothing can grow. There is no more tending the garden, it is hardly a garden at all. It is a monument to numbness: more concerned with covering the plants I did not want than nurturing the ones I did. There are no more weeds, but there is no excitement for the harvest, no savoring the first fruit of the fall. There are no plants at all. I have buried everything. My sorrow dies in the darkness, but my joy dies with it undifferentiated.

[kaihearttaylor28]

Going out on a real long limb here, but I’ve heard people saying maybe Kesha could be a headliner for the Lover tour. This pictures feels very “Lovery”. Palm Trees (in the caption too) AND the shirt design looks a little Stella Mcartney/Taylor Swift collab... 🤔🖤 #justguessing #whoknows #butmaybe #lover #lovertour @taylorswift @taylornation @iiswhoiis https://www.instagram.com/p/B1pE68Cng_r/?igshid=11lremrbb4sbq

[raphaelius2305]

#ButMaybe ... #JustMaybe ... #iCanLearn ... #ToLoveMySelfMore ... #OneStepForward ... (at Subang Jaya) https://www.instagram.com/p/BvZcw1AA9MhNWCPxJPlAS_4cR9k1TO3f5nskv00/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1kd9s5xlm64ji