Gardner

by Ella Duffy

Hear my soil speak; its out-of-thyme tongues and sage talk, its worm-parsing, its form and un-form. Tend my sorrel, growing where the dead reassemble. Beyond the wall, sheep feed on the common waste; skirret ends, peelings. All the trimmings, yet the magpies stay only for tics and wool flies. Tomorrow, I'll clean the cote with heavy tools, stir the animal stink with the earth to save for the second plough. Out here, I can teach you things complicated and anonymous. Like the weather, tricking itself into winter. Like the leaves only good for poison. Like this needled herb, its flower attempting blue.

pro-abortion. pro-divorce. i believe we have the god-given right to give up

i do love listmaking…

here be two decidedly incomprehensive lists based on highly arbitrary criteria — off the top of my head and in no particular order:

rattling like a bag of bones:

resonating like a bright bell:

— Maggie Stiefvater

the courage to take off, to begin, to get on this journey again and again, regardless of where it lands. That’s the courage I need most.

E. Hughes, "Bulldagger in the Garden"

Song, Allen Ginsberg

i dont see why i cant start a trend, so here goes. lets try to build back our attention spans. lets try to focus on just one thing for as long as possible. lets not watch those "asmr for people with adhd" videos where they fuck up adhd folks even worse. lets resist the urge to reach for our phones when watching a movie. lets read the articles we reblog, even when theyre boring. i know its hard, i have adhd too, but its worth it. i also know that this hard work doesnt always seem super impressive to other people, so id love for yall to tell me in the tags or replies if youve done something, no matter how small, for your attention span. you deserve to feel like youve taken back some of what social media has ripped from you

this art by david horvitz changed me as a person. we're attentionmaxxing this fine hot girl summer

the opening of this book on the dead in medieval culture just made me cry a little…are you alone or in a community 🥲

i started listening to carly rae jespen because of this essay (i’ll put it below) and i think about it all the time. like. this guy says it better than i ever could.

Barbara Crooker, “And Now It’s September,” [ID in alt text]

stone and rock are like bouba and kiki

these are stones

these are rocks

a rock or a stone by mary oliver

I procrastinate so much that I have a gaping hole of dread inside my chest where I think my other emotions are supposed to go. unless a potential employer is reading this, in which case I don’t do that & I have all the normal emotions that human beings have & I love capitalism

Underland: A Deep Time Journey, Robert Macfarlane

"Then, miraculously, early in the morning, there’s this ray of sunlight appearing on this wall in front of him. And it falls through the little tree in front of the window. There is this play of leaves and sunlight and shadows moving, and he looks at it and stares at it and he starts crying, because he’s never seen anything so beautiful. He probably has seen it, but he hasn’t noticed. Then he realizes that’s the answer to his existential crisis, to become somebody who notices that."