The Color Ash

Climate Justice is Human Justice Disabled granola gay

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Check out these crabs I met

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I keep finding these funny little guys outside Pheonix. At first, I thought they were Podaxis Pistillaris, but in actuality they are P. Inyoensis.

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1/14/26

It’s a Wednesday morning in January and for the first time in weeks my first waking thoughts aren’t ones of misery. For once, my sleep deep and still, entangled deeply in the jungles of dreams which I can recall almost none of, except for the feeling of hiding behind large slabs of cement. Instead of loitering in bed, like I’m usually want to do, I’m spring-loaded from my sleep and kiss the cheek of the atmosphere. I’m here, and today, at least, I’m actually alive. It’s hard to tell when I might become a ghost once more, so for now I enjoy the presence of it all.

I brew tea and lay on the dirty carpet beside my cat to watch a rabbit scavenge the backyard weeds. Behind the glass of the backdoor, we can both pretend we’re more than indoor versions of ourselves. I’ve seen my cat hunt before, she would never catch this rabbit. But behind the glass, she already has once, twice, and again and again satisfying the pleasure spot of her imagination. I drink my tea. I consider what version of me stands outside that glass. Like me today, she would have energy and a mind unstuck with static, but the feeling would last across her days and weeks and years. Her skin is clear because she’s never gone to bed without washing her face, and her gums a healthy pink and exactly where they should sit on her braces-staightened teeths. I run my tongue over my own gums: swollen. I haven’t even brushed them yet this morning. Another one of my constant mind loops, never knowing when it’s appropriate to brush my teeth. In the mornings, I need food and beverage as quickly as I can consume, feeling depleted and withered from the night. So I can’t brush them right away. But, typically in a hurry, I like to canister hot coffee for the go. Should I brush my teeth? Then, on the commute, I won’t be able to reach for my routine warmth and sugar. I could drive to my destination cold and without comfort, my teeth clean and breathe so fresh I worry it might freeze against my lips.

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In a subway car

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What a dream place

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In my era era era era

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Bird songs as antidepressant

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inaturalist update because I'm away from the PNW and missing it 🍄

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I don’t like people with super white teeth like why do you have a porcelain mouth. All my bitches got a dingy coffee/tea/smoke stained smile from enjoying the many dependencies of life.

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Keeping Quiet by Robert Bly

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Over ten years ago I was working on a short film for school where we had to print out like 30-40 photos that represented the mood of our script. But when everyone got to mine someone just said "Clearly they spend alot of time on tumblr" and nothing else. Anyway, I didn't make any friends in film school lmao

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These suckers are everywhere this year!

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Feeling emotional about how important the movie Little Miss Sunshine was for me as a young person. It came out in 2006, when I was in 6th grade and also when my uncle first attempted on his own life. But we didn't talk about it, as a family, despite how upsetting and confusing it had been. So for me, Little Miss Sunshine acted as a proxy for my emotions. Through the years, I've remembered the soundtrack and I remembered Dwayne's vow of silence, but I'd forgotten about this aspect of Steve Carell's character. I found myself pretty emotional when I did remember. Anyway, that's it. I'm appreciating finding new lens through which to understand my younger self and her ability to cope. And Little Miss Sunshine rules