I'd Make Good Target Practice Honestly

trans day of visible bush

another partly disassembled character

i found pants that fit

Crying over these geese.. oh to be a solitary goose finding love and starting a family in an interracial goose relationship

one day this will be me

you know what never ceases to amaze me? bed time!!! bed time never disappoints

hey baby, do you come often?

Kelsey Henderson (American, 1982) - Gloves (2013)

"no talk to me >:|"

Damn someone should come chase me down and beat me up in the setting sun 🥰

Crows

by Mary Oliver

It is January, and there are crows like black flowers on the snow. While I watch, they rise and float toward the frozen pond, they have seen some streak of death on the dark ice. They gather around it and consume everything, the strings and the red music of that nameless body. Then they shout, one hungry, blunt voice echoing another. It begins to rain. Later, it becomes February, and even later, spring returns, a chorus of thousands. They bow, and begin their important music. I recognize the oriole. I recognize the thrush, and the mockingbird. I recognize the business of summer, which is to forge ahead, delicately. So I dip my fingers among the green stems, delicately. I lounge at the edge of the leafing pond, delicately. I scarcely remember the crust of the snow. I scarcely remember the icy dawns and the sun like a lamp without a fuse. I don’t remember the fury of loneliness. I never felt the wind’s drift. I never heard of the struggle between anything and nothing. I never saw the flapping, blood-gulping crows.