i want to see old men with full beards learning ballet and i want to see terrible art from people in their 30s who have only just got their first tablet and i want to see mothers picking up their old hobbies from before they were told it wasn’t okay to have hobbies and i want to see people in their early 20s figuring out how to be alive by making bad music in their bedrooms and i want zines to be handmade paper pamphlets of devotion and i want creation to be fun again instead of a competition where we all have to monetise joy until we lose the invaluable currency of unashamed love again
there’s something so special about falling in love with nature every time you see a little detail like a fallen leaf on the ground that’s slowly turning brown… or spotting a tiny mushroom that’s sprouting from a tree… or just getting a warm feeling when you see the moon, i’m in love with the little things of life
I have almost definitely said it before but by god I will say it again: the funniest possible way to do the whole “fake marriage” trope would be like two people getting married so they can invoke the spousal privilege that lets them refuse to testify against one another in court. a couple of mobsters sweating bullets in a vegas wedding chapel so they aren’t compelled to rat on each other when the next heist inevitably goes sour
dandelions are magic. literally tiny suns in the grass that turn into the moon and then the stars when you blow on them. fucking insane.
Fucking insane
holy shit
Dandelions will be like “anybody gonna grow out of this crack in the concrete?” and then burst to life despite everything. They make a tasty wine, a tasty herbal remedy, and a tasty fuck off skin problems elixir. When I was working with skin care creators in the aughts, we’d add dandelion extract to some neat products. I liked to say that it gave power.
