This Is For All The People Who Enjoy Simply Looking At Pigeons Doing Their Thing

"the prefrontal cortex doesn't fully form until yr 25!!" y do u wish to take more agency away from teens and young adults. y do u refer to phrenology to inform yr worldview. I'm about to undevelop yr prefrontal cortex with a baseball bat if u don't shut the fuck up

See also, "We're in a drought; conserve water!" Meanwhile, bottled water companies and golf courses for rich folk empty the aquifers.

Unidentified protist. Quite the hyper one. 

here, have a sliver of straw. as a treat.

Yeah I saw the lovecraftian horrors and didn’t succumb to madness. What- no I’m not a cultist, James. For Christ’s sake. What you’re forgetting my friend is that HP Lovecraft wasn’t a flexible man. His brain simply wasn’t stretchy enough to take it all in. I however, have short term memory issues. Flexibility is the name of the game when you can’t remember if you ate lunch or not. What’s the size of the universe? Big. You knew that already, James. Come on now. You don’t need to witness the terrifying ocean at the base of the entirety of reality itself to know that. Pass the brandy.

i like working at plant store. sometimes you ring up someone and there's a slug on their plant and so you're like "Oh haha you've got a friend there let me get that for you" and you put the slug on your hand for safekeeping but then its really busy and you dont have time to take the slug outside before the next customer in line so you just have a slug chilling on your hand for 15 minutes. really makes you feel at peace with nature. also it means sometimes i get to say my favorite line which is "would you like this free slug with your purchase"

it me!

i want to be this thing so badly it's not even funny anymore

just met the most adorable lil scav,,

To me, being a therian is being a weird little girl stealing off into the forest, making potions, running on all fours, getting in trouble for getting your clothes dirty, getting sap in your fingers and twigs in your hair.

To me, it’s screaming, it’s screaming when you’re told you’re supposed to shave your body hair, screaming when you’re told to play nice, screaming when it’s dark, when you can feel the moon and the shadows and spirits all around you, wishing you could join them.

To me, it’s learning a human is an animal too, and suddenly it makes sense, but nobody else seems relieved by the news, and you can feel it chewing at your seams, and you can feel your blood and your heart and your hands and you forget how to hold yourself.

It’s hiding and it’s screaming and it’s biting and every moment I am alive I become more entangled and it becomes clearer on my skin.