Crayons (even broken ones!!)
Dandelions in your garden
The smell of freshly mowed grass
Bulletin boards with scrap papers of ideas you sketched out late at 3 a.m
Uncharged devices, scrambling to plug them in
Light filtering through the blinds and finding dust in the air like tiny stars
Mental breakdowns and watching old vines
Walking in the woods with a stick, poking and prodding at the foliage
Moss in the cracks of concrete
Scraped knees and unknown bruises
Stubbing your toe
frog lovin’ thembo
frog dish frog dish frog dish
*gets a sunny day in february* ah……aH…..summer is here my love…i cant even remember what it was like being cold……
I wish I was a bird. They don’t have to pay taxes
I’m not purposely doing a birb/mushroom series, it’s just organically falling into place. This bird is a Tufted Titmouse, because the only thing weirder than mushroom names is bird names. The crust fungus is probably Stereum sp.
life would be, but a dream
More food friends
Wait so am i supposed to have this many teeth?
i’m so hurt.
LOOK!!!!!! LOOK WHAT I FOUND!!!!