Moor frogs (Rana arvalis) temporarily turning blue at the Ljubljana Marshes, Slovenia. It is thought that males turn blue during the mating season so they can quickly distinguish males from females among the dense frog populations. Photograph: Luka Esenko/Rex Features
HONEY?
Commuter marriages are hard. Except when you’re finally together and then they are fantastic.
Current Status: chilling with Trevor the Stiltman!
la-dee-da messing with an imaginary frog on Flickr.
la-dee-da messing with an imaginary frog
Relevant to my interests.
I’m on a train, a few hours from seeing my honey. I don’t make a big effusive deal; that’s just not my style. But yet! I am bursting with joy and trembling and I want to shout it! That I love this man more every day.
This has been a post.
I haven’t always loved my mother as well as I should have, but that has changed, and I am grateful, because life is teeming with opportunities to show her.
HOLY SHIT YOU GUYS THEY ARE LEAVING ME ALONE WITH THIS BABY. WHAT IF I DROP HIM? WHAT IF HE YELLS AT ME? WHAT IF HE NEEDS SHOES TO LEAVE THE HOSPITAL? NO REALLY YOU GUYS DON’T GOOOOoooo….
SURELY NO ONE IN THE HISTORY OF THE UNIVERSE HAS HAD THIS EXPERIENCE.
In other news, happy mothers’ day, y’all.
Hopefully Treebeard has heard of permaculture.
The Ents will hear of this.
I spent all morning tending a fire pit so I’m stoned on tree sap smoke. Really.
What do you have in your hand, she asked me.
It’s nothing, I replied. Only just a firefly I caught in the yard. The first one I’ve seen this year.
Jesus fuck, she said, suddenly furious. Why do you always have to do that? Why do you have to capture and hold onto everything? Why can’t you ever just let something exist?
I’m sorry, I muttered. I didn’t want it to get away.
There’s no such thing as only words. Words are fertile and productive; they - create; transform; are ripe with power.
I know they say “date a girl who reads”, but if if you find one reads AND indulges your design nerd fetishes, then you might just want to put a ring on it.
