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As we entwine our hearts in this ephemeral solace // Part 16

Ruby Bonnet Mycena viscidocruenta

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05/04/20

Excited to see these grow over the next week or so 🌱

600 Raddish seeds resting in my sunniest window..

Lockdown projects.. pouring all my energy into my plants and my new ideas I am trying.

Next I'm going to try my own at a terranium, I love the idea of them and have some plants picked out from my collection to use!

Thanks for looking at my work 🌿

I made a terriruam ☀️🌿

Eilies projects!!!!!

Pink cactus's 🌵

Help

I plan on using this method for my trees in the desert.

(via plants)

Sunken Paradise

--prompt from @nosebleedclub "damnation" (14 July)

Reeds grow out of the drowned cathedral-- caught between the shattered glass and melted down icons, it holds the innocent hostage as we cling onto the parapets.

Long ago, the rivers made up home, and assured us of a direction. Today, oil floats above its surface, deconsecrating the rituals we practiced night after night.

In the depths we learn about each other's habits-- those which sacrifice kindness for hedonism, drinking the remaining freshwater as if it were champagne. Crystal meth falls onto our laps like the snow we only imagined in our lifetimes, but its flakes form a constant map towards a high which only flies high enough to the crumbling spire.

The real sickness is not our own addiction, but the constant chase for something permanent. As the walls fill up with our saline tears, we rescue candles stripped of its musk scent.

Our damnation doesn't contain a murky aesthetic; we call off the parties thirty minutes too late to know when the sirens warn us of our frailty. In a sunken paradise, we can't go on a lonely island-- we are damned to learn the ways of communal suffering, with our sacrifice, we save those who remain.