I forgot how much I love the percussion of an oak in autumn. The
whoosh
crack
swish
thump
thud
of an acorn losing its cap, hitting a leaf, bouncing off the earth and coming to rest.
Every time I get myself hype about starting a seaweed farm, I check housing prices near ANY water from Cape Cod northward and????
What rich benefactor is out here trying to buy a loud girl a lil cabin (that for some reason is still a MILLI???) near the sea so I can grow my macroalgae in peace? 😭
Just a lil something to take the edge off
Felt cute, making it ur problem ☺️🧚🏽♀️
I love that thing where if you’re a black person of note, the second you leave a space where you’re recognized it’s just back to your regularly scheduled racism 😀
🤨
I want this acorn’s hat. Imma knit one.
I wouldn’t exclusively tweet (or do tweet-like things) at the airport if it wasn’t where humanity is at its worst
