don't ask me about the women of earthsea

Well as a "fan" I would be "serviced" by some THEMES AND MOTIFS #themesandmotifs #artwithmeaning

today I found out my mother doesn’t know what dandelions are and now I’m wondering what other strange secrets she’s been quietly harboring

Where do you live that you don’t have dandelions?

we have dandelions EVERYWHERE, they are basically our State Weed, it is absolutely impossible that my mom has never interacted with a dandelion before, this requires further investigation

See, folks in the southern US will tell you up and down those are buttercups, actually.

Wait I thought those bigger cup ones were Easter Lillies???

They’re marigolds and I know a bitch when I see one!

….we need to start taking the phrase “go touch grass” more literally. go outside and examine a flower i beg u

*squints* is that a motherfucking EVENING PRIMROSE?!??

*Puts hand over gaud’s mouth* It’s a butterfly pea. Please ignore the Latin name.

Everyone say thank you sanitation workers we owe you our lives sanitation workers

#Make Racists Scared Again 2026

Share if you want people to know they should be scared to be racist around you 👊🏾

every time you revlog this post, a new baby spider is born #miracleoflife

idk if this is an usamerican thing or not but it always blows my mind as a small european country resident that yall have many names and types of apples???? what do you mean its not just red yellow or green??? why is it so complicated??? who is granny smith????

'whats your favorite apple' 'red' 'no i mean like what type' '??????' actual conversatiom i've had with a mutual from usa

the world is so big and beautiful

wait so vesper died in 2003, 23 years ago, and nancy is 51. she was 28 when she wrote that obituary. how long do you think she’d been working for the omaha sunday scoop at that point? no wonder it hit hard, a girl just a few years younger than she is, passionate and driven like she is, who never had the chance to be more. how much of nancy’s career do you think was driven by the determination that someone needs to tell the story of people who think they’ll disappear without anyone noticing, how many nights did she spend doggedly pursing a story, exhausted and upset, and pulling out that old obituary for the strength to keep pushing forwards?