les fleurs

Its okay if you dont have your whole life together by a certain age. Life is not a script you should follow in order to have everything be perfect (without it containing any changes whatsoever). You still have time to learn, you still have time to love, you still have time to find out, explore and see. Don't be afraid to take your time to achieve your goals and shape your life the way you want it, but also don't forget to stop and enjoy the beauty you might find on the way.

the relationship between a person and the native flora and fauna of where they grew up is something that can actually be so personal

being a woman is like would you rather be dehumanised for being sexy or for being ugly

‘The Mummy’ inspired piece

Glen Baxter, He'd Never Eaten A Rothko Before But Surely There Was A Time And Place For Everything?, 2019

Ink and crayon on paper

57.5 x 79 cm

this is so periodtrackerappcore of them

the idea that your friends won't like you if you're too weird is wrong for example one time I told a friend whenever I was losing my mind I laid down on the floor under my desk and stared at it until I was better and next time she visited me she taped a bag of salami snacks to the underside of my desk with a message saying "going insane all by yourself, handsome?" which I only saw months later when I had a breakdown. that's friendship.

Black witch moth, Ascalapha odorata

the cottagecore lesbian/sapphic aesthetic needs to be more raunchy. its so sanitised and so.... glossed with the smell of "purity culture" that i just cant stand it.

i need to see more cottagecore lesbian/sapphic posts about having sex with your girl in a field of wildflowers thats so good that you scream so loud the birds burst away from nearby trees......

fingering her in the shade of an oaktree and feeling her cling to your flannel to keep from falling as her knees weaken around you.......

riding her strap slowly on the porch of your cottage as the sun sets and its light catches in her lusty lidded gaze.......

eating her out on the pier reaching out over the lake behind your home......

waking up naked in bed together and pressed so close your bushes brush together as the morning dewy sunlight spills in through your linen curtains.......

her sunwarmed hands slide up your hairy legs til they lift the bottom of your sundress as you walk through your garden and vegetable patch together....

lesbians, sapphics, i am begging you.... do not be shy about expressing your sexual desire for women !!!! theres no shame in it !!!! there is beauty and pride in it !!!

Summers not even fully here yet but I’m dreaming of autumn 🍂🎃🍁

so!!! i decided to create social media for my podcast, Chariots of Flowers!

IG: chariotsoflowers

TikTok: chariotsofflowers

please give it a follow!

also, posted another tiktok with a listener’s guide ! feel free to give both handles a follow!

not to sound like a medieval peasant or a catholic but i resent anti-carb propaganda so much like bread will never be evil it is holy it is divine it is one of life’s most simple yet decadent pleasures. love is stored in the bread

There is something so special about teen superhero team dynamics, from Power Rangers to magical girls and everything in between.

I help you fight evil. I let you sleep on my lap when we get back home. I know everything about you, things your parents never will. We've almost died together. We study for tests together. We are discovering ourselves. I hope I still know you in ten years. You turned evil once. I still got you a birthday present.

What she says: im fine

What she means: the average age of conception over the past 250k years is apparently 26.9. Let's round it down to 25. Think of your birth mother. Hold her hand. Imagine her holding hands with her mother. Within 4 people, you're back in time 100 years, and it's an intimate family dinner. Just after WWI. Add another 16 people, a small party of 20, and you're in the 1500s. Double it, twice, and you're at 80 people. Your family would fill a restaurant, and you're at the height of the Roman empire. At 100 people, Confucius is alive but Socrates has not yet been born. 100 people. That's a medium sized wedding. A small lecture theatre or concert. 200 people, probably the biggest party i could ever hope to host, takes you back 5000 years. The guests at your soirée of parents would be contemporaries of the Egyptian and Indus Valley civilisations, although you'd probably be too busy fixing drinks and nibbles to talk to all of them. Just imagine it. 200 of you. That's all it takes to get back 5,000 years. And we could go further. 1000 people, a decent sized concert, a large high school, and we're at the end of the last ice age. Your ancestors are comparing their pink floyd vinyl with music played on instruments carved from wood or bones of long vanished species. Wander through the crowd. See your own features and phrases and gestures refract out like a kaleidoscope. What would they make of you? What do you make of them? Why does it feel so unfair that even that first 100 years --that small family dinner of four--is out of your grasp? Maybe it's because questions of spatial distance have become negligible to us now. why, oh why, does time hold out against us so stubbornly