sometimes a lichen just becomes more lichen to me. Like, the creature was like, we must become More in our body plan by at least 20%. we must add more knobs and nodes and various nearly microscopic ossified rounded crusts right this instant. the lichen version of greebling. and I know their plan, ‘oh nooo let me just put my many breakable pieces right here where they can break off and become clones of myself in the underbrush’, yknow, but like. *greebles my body plan* *greebles my body plan* *greebles my body plan* *gree

seething about the fact that i will never experience photosynthesis in my own useless cells. i bet it feels so good when the light of the sun both warms you and fuels you at the same time. a bone-deep satisfaction mixed with a heated sugar-rush and endless brightness. not that i would fucking know

Me at 41: "god I can't wait to go home and read fanfic"