flowersandals

in another universe on this same day, we talk of flowers

and embrace freedom and peace but in this universe here, here we cry. 

we cry for the hatred that has been given a platform in this country. 

 it goes against so much of what we have fought for over the last decades and centuries 

we cry because our core beliefs are being challenged. these things shouldn’t have to be fought for, they should be a given. 

and one day they will be. but until then we need to be better. we need to not return hatred because that is not who we are. we need to show love and find peace. 

 
it’s hard to know what to do with these days so I’ll keep doing what I’ve always done and make art about universal truths

and try to influence the world for good 

 and know that one day we’ll talk of flowers here too. 

“We Talk of Flowers” is an 9”x12" giclee print on archival paper. Prints are hand signed and numbered in limited edition and embossed in the corner of the 1.5" white border and are $20. 


100% of print proceeds will go to American Civil Liberties Union and Planned Parenthood


Prints will be available all week and the edition will close on Sunday November 20th at 11PM Pacific time. Prints will start shipping the following weeks. 

www.jamesreadsmerch.com

i’ve never shared this fact with you but now that something is happening i will:

this is oswald

he is a little shit who ate up ALONE a whole plant of mine and he grew BIG because of it. as you can see, he still is

we usually kill these caterpillars because they eat and ruin plants so yeah. 

BUT.

i kept this little big fella with me. i gave him leaves to eat and made him a little home far away from the plants and flowers

AND NOW. NOW HE’S SPITTING SALIVA EVERYWHERE BECAUSE I THINK HE’S ALMOST READY TO BECOME A MOTH (BECAUSE HE’S A CATERPILLAR OF THE WINTER MOTH)

AND I’M SCREAMING. I’VE TAKEN CARE OF HIM FOR ALMOST A WEEK NOW AND NOW HE’S EVOLVING AND I FEEL LIKE I’M ABOUT TO BECOME A PARENT

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Stingue Weekend Day 1: Flowers

and that is one of the main reasons for why Rogue never wears white… during working hours.

guinea pigs are the perfect animal

they are small and fluffy and they are shaped like potatoes

they have tiny tiny tiny feet but fat lil bodies

they make squeaky noises when they’re excited and they eat flowers

and when they’re really uncontrollably excited they hop around and lose their voice and sometimes stand on their hind legs even though they have four but they forget because they’re excited and fall over

Howdy!

I’m Chara.

I’m a fictive in a multiple system.

The host decided it would be okay if i have a blog.

Since it’s new i don’t have any followers.

like/reblog if:

-You’re undertalekin (i’m especially looking for asriel/flowey, toriel, and asgore)

-Are kin with Chara/are a Chara fictive i’m assembling an army of mes

-Post horror (especially knives)

-Post undertale (and don’t hate me)

-Post flowers

and i’ll probably follow you.

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Important:

-Feel free to ask me any and all questions, but keep in mind that some topics are very sensitive and i may not answer or give you a short answer.

-Please only use they/them pronouns for me. I’m not a she or a he. Got it?

Land of Five Rivers

.He was captivated by my swearing in a different language, foreign to the ears of many,

But after a moment, he would question my respect towards those rude, older men

Who told me to not talk back after they had spoken to me

He asks me why I act this way, what is my culture?

If I tell him where I am from

What my culture is,

Will he understand me?  

Will he understand me, when I tell him

About the phulkariyan flying away

In the harsh winds

During a warm spring day?

Or when I explain to him

The art of falling asleep after a long day in the wheat fields,

While a jaago procession, filled with girls as young as newly-bloomed flowers

And aunties aged like wine

Sing at the top of their lungs in the distant background?

Or even having to fight with the stingy bazaar-wale,

Trying to sell simple jhootiyan for prices exceeding their worth?

What if I told that him, where I’m from,

My identity is constantly questioned,

Because my religion is different from that of the majority?  

If I told him about Punjab,

My motherland,

Will he know about the time

When the Indian government stormed the holiest place in the state,

Causing the rancid smell of blood spilled

Of those who fell victims to the proceeding riots

To fill the air for years after?

Or maybe when

They gave pesticides to the farmers

Killing their livelihood?

Will he know what it’s like

To attempt to avoid the demons

Lurking after nightfall

On the hunt to fulfill their lustful desires

By taking away the innocence of women, the same age as their sisters?

Will he know the struggle

Of trying to not put your family to shame

As you try to be your own person?

Will he ever know the struggle of my people, my women?

A man, as white as the creams women like me are forced to rub into our dark ashy skin

To match the Eurocentric standards of beauty,

The pale skin, the bleach-colored body hair,

Different from the reality of

Skin colors ranging from caramel to dark chocolate,

Body hair, as thick as grains of the basmati rice grown in our fields,

Covering the entirety of our bodies

This man,

He is not from the land of the Five Rivers

He will never understand.

Richard Brautigan, “It’s Raining In Love”

I don’t know what it is,
but I distrust myself
when I start to like a girl
a lot.

It makes me nervous.
I don’t say the right things
or perhaps I start
to examine,
evaluate,
compute
what I am saying.

If I say, “Do you think it’s going to rain?”
and she says, “I don’t know,”
I start thinking : Does she really like me?

In other words
I get a little creepy.

A friend of mine once said,
“It’s twenty times better to be friends
with someone
than it is to be in love with them.”

I think he’s right and besides,
it’s raining somewhere, programming flowers
and keeping snails happy.
That’s all taken care of.

BUT

if a girl likes me a lot
and starts getting real nervous
and suddenly begins asking me funny questions
and looks sad if I give the wrong answers
and she says things like,
“Do you think it’s going to rain?”
and I say, “It beats me,”
and she says, “Oh,”
and looks a little sad
at the clear blue California sky,
I think : Thank God, it’s you, baby, this time
instead of me.

It’s Raining in Love

by Richard Brautigan

I don’t know what it is,
but I distrust myself
when I start to like a girl
a lot.

It makes me nervous.
I don’t say the right things
or perhaps I start
to examine,
evaluate
compute
what I am saying.

If I say, “Do you think it’s going to rain?”
and she says, “I don’t know,”
I start thinking: Does she really like me?

In other words
I get a little creepy.

A friend of mine once said,
“It’s twenty times better to be friends
with someone
than it is to be in love with them.”

I think he’s right and besides,
it’s raining somewhere, programming flowers
and keeping snails happy.
That’s all taken care of.

BUT
if a girl likes me a lot
and starts getting real nervous
and suddenly begins asking me funny questions
and looks sad if I give the wrong answers
and she says things like,
“Do you think it’s going to rain?”
and I say, “It beats me,”
and she says, “Oh,”
and looks a little sad
at the clear blue California sky,
I think: Thank God, it’s you, baby, this time
instead of me.

Pulling Petals

When I was a little girl
all elbows and knees
and frayed at the edges

my grandmother told me I was like a flower.

I wanted to be a rose,
all thorny stem and prick-where-it-hurts
under a perfect canopy

or a dandelion,
bright before the iris
and uprooted between all the cracks in the pavement
for thoughts and pennies to fall between.

You’re not a rose
she said
your thorns don’t prick to draw blood.

And you’re not a dandelion
she said
you don’t flower in every field.

You’re something else.

A lily?

No
lilies are funeral flowers
and there’s no death in you yet

I think you might be a snowdrop.

I pouted;
who wanted to be a snowdrop?
White is just monochrome in bright sun
there’s nothing to it but colourless pale

but when I look at myself
with my small petals
and paperthin leaves

I think she was right.

am a flower
perhaps that’s why my petals
fall in winter
from the tips of my fingers
and the crown of my head

like little pine needles

I think I pull my own petals
sometimes
because isn’t it always a game
(helovesmehelovesmenot)

and I know how to hurt
but not how to bleed

and pulling petals is only ever collateral;
it never reaches beneath the surface
never cuts as deep as I know I could

so for now
it’s safe
to watch my petals pool in piles
heaps in the snow

all the dead elements of me
made pure in the act of cutting 
clean away from what poisoned them

If I were a petal, 
I think I’d rip myself free too
but flowers have roots
and I have bloomed too far to fall.

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Follow me into the woods

where magic still resides

we can gaze upon the flowers

and allow our souls to fly

eyes always shine more brightly

with sun rays on our skin

its in this sacred space you see

where one can let love in

i could use some extra content on my dash so please like/reblog if you post any of these:

  • Free!
  • Ghibli
  • Nintendo
  • esp zelda, peach or animal crossing!!
  • Steven Universe
  • pastel stuff
  • nature
  • pixel art
  • just basically pink cute pretty stuff and flowers

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You know what’s amazing?

God created so many breathtakingly beautiful things in nature, like the sunrise and waterfalls and mountains and flowers

And yet it’s us, human beings, that He created in his very image and likeness. Somehow, we are his greatest creation. And that just blows my mind.

Boyfriend! Kun
  • bOI this guy would be so excited for your date
  • and he would be such a gentleman
  • so prepare for him to show up at your door with a bouquet of fresh cut flowers
  • and a hUGE smile on his face
  • “you look so beautiful today, babe”
  • it’d be a city date with a bit of walking
  • he just wants to show you around and take you to his favorite places
  • and he also wants to show you off
  • so his hand would be resting on your shoulder most of the time
  • it’s very comforting to have his presence right next to you
  • he’d see his favorite bakery so of course he’d have to take you
  • he takes your hand and leads you inside, holding the door open for you
  • “what do you want to eat?”
  • you guys decide on these really cute little cakes
  • and also treats you to some bubble tea
  • you rest for a while but decide to continue exploring the city
  • he insists on taking couple selfies together
  • “ah~ isn’t my baobei cute?”
  • on the way, he sees a street food stand
  • so naturally he stops to buy something else to eat
  • he pretends to steal a bite of yours but instead steals a kiss
  • you’re blushing really hard now and he thinks it’s cute
  • while you’re outside, it starts to rain a bit
  • he wouldn’t let your hair get wet of course
  • but for someone who thought he was prepared for everything, he didn’t bring an umbrella
  • so he takes off his jacket and both of you huddle under it while you try to find shelter
  • “come a bit closer so we can both stay dry”
  • you find shelter in a nearby bookstore
  • you’d browse the shelves together but don’t find anything
  • by now the rain has stopped, but it’s also getting late
  • so he sends you home
  • before he leaves, he gives you a warm hug and you smile
  • “until next time?”
  • “yeah… are you free tomorrow?”