talking to the trees

mid 20s | she/her | astrophysics phd student

[icaseybaybee]

[mezimraky]

the resurrection (2025) by ben tuna (via ig)

[gothredy]

[nobrashfestivity]

Rene Magritte L'esprit Comique(The Comic Spirit) 1928

[wiktorjackowski]

eclipse, 2013, oil/cardboard, 15 x 20 cm

[cosmicanger]

Ron Isaacs

Wing, 2015

[engulfes]

This really is my life and i will make it beautiful

[pmamtraveller]

by Christopher Smith

[weltenwellen]

Anis Mojgani, from “Here I Am”, Songs from Under the River: A Collection of Poetry

[soracities]

“After all, [the world] is on my side. That is, I’m a part of it. Not separate from it. I walk on the ground and the ground’s walked on by me, I breathe the air and change it, I am entirely interconnected with the world.”

— Ursula K. Le Guin, The Lathe of Heaven

[paradoxarchive]

i am too in love with life, i don't want to die (i cannot fathom the absence of living)

arthoesunshine | sunlightafterdark | joseph cambell | mary oliver | amy krouse rosenthal | joseph brodsky | unknown | gregory orr | colette, tr by matthew ward | anaïs nin

[writing-is-a-martial-art]

truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.

[softwaring]

[herpsandbirds]

"Another world is not only possible, she is on her way. Maybe many of us won't be here to greet her, but on a quiet day, if I listen very carefully, I can hear her breathing."

Arundhati Roy

[singing-bowl]

thinking about how ursula k leguin said "what goes too long unchanged destroys itself. The forest is forever because it dies and dies and so lives" and how everyday i wake up slightly different and i can feel myself shed the skin of who i used to be slowly, slowly, until i look back and can scarcely recognise who i was... but also she is still a part of me, part of the leaf litter and the humus, supporting me as i send new roots down and new leaves stretching up to the sunlight

[obeliskandmetronome]

[raqhaelia-deactivated20241212]

“The Flinch” by Julien Smith

[mountainqoats]

Angel (1887), Abbott Handerson Thayer / This Year, The Mountain Goats

[soracities]

losing it a little at Hanif Abdurraqib's new year post