At My Grandmother’s House

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"

Low tide at Cape Flattery

x / raymond carver

i want people to ask me random things cause im bored and i would love it and itd make my day

‫دل کو مزید کھولو، تم قیدی نہیں ہو، تم خوابوں کی تلاش میں آسمان پر اڑتا ہوا پرندہ ہو‬

‏‫Open your heart more, you are not a prisoner, you are a bird flying in the sky in search of dreams."‬

‏Haruki Murakmi

I love you samosas. I love you empanadas. I love you pasties. I love you dumplings. I love you pirozhkis. I love you savory food in a convenient little carb purse.

Colonizers write about flowers. I tell you about children throwing rocks at Israeli tanks seconds before becoming daisies. I want to be like those poets who care about the moon. Palestinians don’t see the moon from jail cells and prisons. It’s so beautiful, the moon. They’re so beautiful, the flowers.

— Noor Hindi, from “Fuck Your Lecture on Craft, My People Are Dying,” DEAR GOD. DEAR BONES. DEAR YELLOW.