Damn, Girl, You Don't Gotta Shoulder The Burden Of Propagating The Species All By Yourself 😍

Welp, 2nd year this has shown up on my feed, so's time to pass it along

Thank you for this. I 💙💙💙 sharks!

CW: animal abuse, animal death

Please help ending the shark fin trade for good! EU-petition: https://www.stop-finning-eu.org/ More petitions: http://chng.it/zfr2sGHwVv https://www.change.org/p/florida-legislature-please-make-florida-a-state-that-doesn-t-allow-the-sale-and-trade-of-shark-fins https://www.change.org/p/amazon-tell-amazon-to-ban-the-sale-of-shark-souvenirs

Spiral power!

Sorry I’m late I was obsessing over herb spirals

I live for stories like this of knowable Gods.

You meet god and she's mostly dead fish. You ask her why and she says most of the world is dead fish, and she's made herself to appeal to the most common denominator, the everyman funnyman comedy show that runs for eleven seasons but with the entire universe in mind. You ask her how much of the dead fish is your fault, she says it's far less than you'd think, in the grand scheme of things. You ask her if you matter at all. If you can do anything. She shrugs her rotting shoulders and says mattering is a made-up concept, like life, but sure, you can matter if you want to, on some scale. She has many scales. She doesn't know what you mean by 'anything', but you can do everything you can. You ask her if it's enough. She says there's no base requirement for deserving to exist. She's smoking a joint and the smoke filtering out of her gills gathers and forms gas giants and red dwarfs. You ask her if there's any hidden secrets of the universe you should know and she says it's not a secret if she tells, plus it's fun to let you figure it out yourself. You ask her if any of your questions were right questions and she says you worry about being right so much it might keep you from fucking around, which is as close to meaning of life as she ever bothered to make. You don't ask but she says she loves your hair, also your whole being, also your planet. She says she figured out what love is yesterday and is trying it out, which explains the ten thousand rainbows and sudden influx in rains of fish. She offers you a drag of her joint and you wake up half past midnight behind a chain restaurant clutching a smoked salmon. The new stars are winking like they're in on some joke and you're sure if you try hard enough you'll remember what it is.

Yeah…this is accurate.

bands I’ve been getting into:

Pigeons Playing Pingpong

Big Head Todd and the Monsters

The Revivalists

(Saw these ⬆️ bands at a music festival)

King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard

Music festival band names be like:

Mother Monkey and the twisted six

Borderline Crystalline

AstraZeneca

House fire on eighth street blues band

Wegovy

Hell appraisers

RelaTax

I have also seen too many leftists or progressives (?) who are letting themselves forget about how bad Trump was and how much damage was done by and for him. “Oh, we made it through four years of Trump once and we can do it again.” And so many versions of this.

No no my friends, it was worse than you remember, and things can indeed get worse. Trump may not be able to make himself god-emperor of the USA, but I can absolutely see a future in which we are no longer even a two-party political system. Say good night to democracy because it’s going to be a long hard sleep if Trump gets elected.

via 2rawtooreal2

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NEVER THROW YOUR VOTE AWAY!

(captions added by me)

mysteries 🌜 happy autumn equinox!

Yes, my next project will be learning this for my October calendar

fun fact about me is that when i was a kid id write capital E’s with as many of those little horizontal lines as possible and id call them ladder E’s and adults fucking hated them

Mycelium. Mycelium. Mycelium. Mycelium…

I ain't a bald primate

That tongue does not relate

Man is done

The ape is dead

Lungs of the planet on a golden thread

I ain't debating

I'm a mushroom, ok

I spread like lava

Rise like bread

Currency of decay

Amongst my kin, I extend acidic salutations

Exhale the dust of seasons

Inhale the breath of civilisations

I grip with devil's fingers and stroke the green curtain

We, the thoughtful element

Dumb rock

Unthinking ocеan

Network of the wood

Tannin of the еvening

Synapse of the bush

I disappear amongst my kin

Mycelium. Mycelium. Mycelium. Mycelium…