international asexuality day on april 6. 17776 day on april 7. big year.
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international asexuality day on april 6. 17776 day on april 7. big year.
a court of fey and flowers.
love is a wildflower. love is a weed.
what is a weed if not something that has grown where it is unexpected?
love is a weed.
and it is a miracle to have sprouted at all. but there is no place for it in a garden. otherwise it wouldn't be a weed. (will you prune it?)
and there is beauty in the out of place. there is power in growing, uncultivated, unwanted, unlike anything else in the garden. (will it survive on its own?)
gardens must be tended to. flowers must be tended to. even those we think are weeds. even those we know are wild. just because it sprouts on its own does not mean it can flourish. just because it is unprepared for does not mean it does not have a place.
the hands of a gardener and the forces of nature. the birds and the butterflies and the tiniest of fey. a flower grows and a flower needs.
for what is the feeling of love, without the acts of love? a garden without tending. wild. you watch flowers grow and wilt and grow again. you love over and over.
for what are the acts of love, without the feeling of love? a heartless plot of land. subsuming. you pluck out weeds and wait for them come back. you work over and over.
you never see something blossom.
passing around blankets and hot cocoa and standing close to lend your strength. giving up your wings for your daughter and coming home for your cousin. oaths of devotion and bardic inspiration.
this is the nature of love.
life is a garden. love is a flower.
it blooms.
beacon pines is out!!!
i was a beta tester so trust me i have seen enough to say you need to play it. if you liked gravity falls and/or night in the woods, this game is precisely your shit.
it is done.
i have painstakingly turned every single post on my main blog on private. all fifteen thousand of them. my first six years of tumblr for my eyes only
could it have been easier to just delete them? probably. but that's not what i did
"sure!" is too excited, which i am not. "sure." is boring, which i don't want to be. ergo, "sure ^^"
"i hate going on tumblr at this time. dash is dying" says tumblr user whose queue runs specifically during est activity prime time
gonna rewatch total forgiveness in honor of current events
apps should stop moving furniture around. tumblr what is up. discord i will murder you in your sleep. insignificant and ultimately benign changes but make me foam at the mouth