CICADAS!
seen from Russia
seen from China
seen from Türkiye
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CICADAS!
HAPPY CROW NOISES.
OH MY DAYS FORAGING HAS BEEN BOUNTIFUL TO ME RECENTLY.
fish bones, unknown fossil, crystal necklace, red glass bell, red glass goblet, ammonite fossil, rose glass, and BUTTONS!!!!!
oh and some uranium glass!!
CICADAS FOR YOU TO EXPRESS MY LOVE FOR YOUUU
DO YOU LIKE THEM
PEAK...I like them more when they don't jump at me 😖 they can be quite scary at times but those ones looks cool
tell me why I deadass just googled "why do I feel like I'm afraid of everything" only to be met with Generalized Anxiety Disorder, the DISORDER I AM DIAGNOSED WITH 😭😭😭
like no shit I feel like I'm scared of everything I literally have the scared of everything disorder
I have read many beautiful poems about leaves,
how their colors rot and change,
how stems cling to branches,
how one day they give up and fly away,
only to wither away into the early December snow.
They live to feel the genial warmth of spring,
to be enveloped by the passionate summer sun,
and get to die gracefully in charming shades of copper umber
before degrees dip too low,
and bite hard as they blow.
I am envious of the leaves,
as I stand rooted in the ground.
The rough bark of my arms lingering
like smoke on fingernails,
refusing to give way,
refusing to find rebirth.
No one finds me tragic,
no one writes of the pain I endure,
cursed to an eternal life.
For I am the one left naked
as November closes in.
I am referred to as something of a skeleton.
They don’t consider that the leaves are not my skin,
nor the hair on my head,
but something I bloom
when the sun has yet to abandon me.
Winter is who I am without the embellishments.
But they don’t remember,
this is all I am,
who I am without my leaves…
Forcibly Rooted
Happy birthday
Is this somebody from the yaoi book club
TYY!!! Tis a jolly day for me
I hath now grown one year closer to death
next year I’ll be able to get employed
the wind is blowing, but the cicadas sing louder
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