Human beings pass me on the street, and I want to reach out and strum them as if they were guitars. Sometimes all humanity strikes me as lovely. I just want to reach out and stroke someone, and say There, there, it’s all right, honey. There, there, there.
I think life is fundamentally difficult. Hectic and brutal—it doesn’t spare an inch, and yet what always gets me to calm is the notion that there is and always will be art. The act of creation in a time of destruction is an act of defiance and an act of hope. Many people can put it better than I can, but art is constant, tiny little explosions in the sky. No matter the grievances you face, art is always waiting for you. A couch to sink into until the next morning.
Farmer family friend has an out of control mint problem around one of his greenhouses because he had a potted mint plant that he set on the ground and it grew a tendril out of the pot which touched the soil and grew roots.
It had never occurred to me before that a potted plant could escape.
Friendly reminder that mint is incredibly invasive when planted in the ground and it will crawl out from potted hell when it’s just 1 cm near soil like the gremlin it is.
It’s roots are fast growing and aggressive, leaving no space for other plants and basically taking over your entire garden. It’s both fascinating and terrifying.
This happened to me but with strawberries. Funnest part is, the original potted plant part died, so we thought it wouldn’t INVADE OUR ENTIRE GARDEN IN LIKE A WEEK
i learned that in the 2003 SpongeBob episode “Mid-Life Crustacean”, Mr. Krabs is invited to join a panty raid with SpongeBob and Patrick. The episode was removed from streaming services in 2018 by Nickelodeon, Paramount+, and Amazon (x)
people always talk about how pretty the cherry blossoms are or the browning autumn leaves in the north hemisphere but no one appreciates the humble Ipê of Brazil
she does literally so much for us, and for what? Y'all don’t give her her due respect.
i have a weird appreciation for Baroque artists, in particular Francois Boucher and Peter Paul Rubens, for depicting the human body in lush detail at a time that predates the standards for bodies to be thin and airbrushed with no wrinkles or cellulite
it’s just really interesting to me
so many the things women are taught to hate about their bodies—pudgy bellies, fat rolls, double chins, and cellulite—used to be ideals of beauty shown in depictions of goddesses
