In The Mood To Go Get Lost In The Woods For A Couple Hours, Not Saying I WANT To Stumble Into A Fae Circle

I want a GIRLFRIEND to go GHOST HUNTING with

Idaho Gothic

People keep pronouncing it Boy-ZEE but every time you open your mouth to correct them you can’t speak, they keep chanting it while you clutch at your throat. It’s closing up faster.

Someone says that all there is out there are potato farms. You laugh but when you turn around you’re stranded in a field filled with potatoes and when you turn back around, the person is gone. There’s only potatoes.

You’re driving through a desert, an empty road ahead of you. Your eyes drift shut and when you open them you’re in the mountains, jagged peaks soaring above you and a hawk shrieks overhead. You swerve and you’re suddenly in the rolling plains. You blink again and you’re back in the desert. There’s no way to get off the highway.

You and your friends go down to float the river and you can hear their laughter just around the bend. You can’t catch up to them and the bend just keeps getting further away.

You’re stuck coming down from the mountains, waiting for cows to cross. You can’t see the end of the line of them, they just keep coming.

You’re at a Boise State football game. The turf is a dizzying, bright blue in the sunlight. It looks like it’s getting bigger, until you realize it’s slowly swallowing up the stadium. You realize it’s somehow 2010. It’s the Fiesta Bowl all over again and Coach Peterson smiles up at you with too many teeth. You’re falling in a pit of blue.

There’s a knock on your door. It’s smiling missionaries who don’t blink, they begin to talk in unison. You try to tell them you’re fine but it’s like they don’t see you. You shut the door quickly and you can hear them still talking. There’s a knock on your back door.

You thought Hells Canyon was just a name. But disappearances are multiplying and there’s a figure just past the ledge beckoning you closer.

“I’ll leave one day,” you say one year. “I’ll leave one day,” you say three years later. “I’ll leave one day,” you say —

diatoms making their cell wall: 

coccolithophores making their cell wall: 

coralline algae making their cell wall:

already knew landlords were bastards but reading that landlord tell fuck knows how many people to sell their cars, spend all their retirement savings, borrow from friends and family, and pay their rent before they fucking FEED THEMSELVES because “it’s more important to have a roof over your head than buy groceries” and “your money goes to pay my mortgage” really hit differently this time ……im pretty sure the guillotine jokes are 99% jokes but bro if you’re going to extort money from people who cant work without risking them and their children’s lives and threaten them and their families with homelessness during a worldwide pandemic? you honestly can fuck around and find out

My FAVORITE THING is researchers who wholeheartedly embrace the Ms. Frizzle aesthetic and wear their field of study on their literal sleeve. Everyone in the invasive crayfish consortium has tiny lobster-print shorts or socks. All the middle-aged dad scientists here at the lab have shirts with fish and/or fishing tackle patterns on them. My moss specimen and ammonite earrings keep getting noticed by women who are wearing silver fishbone-shaped or native plant-themed earrings themselves. Every single person on the outreach team has at least one shirt with an anchor pattern on it from Old Navy, and almost all the younger researchers have tattoos featuring their research interests – one fisheries biologist has a half-sleeve of native species she literally uses as an outreach tool. We are self-aware and having a blast with it, honestly.

I simply do not vibe with civilized life. I would prefer to be feral and live in a mushroom

🧚🏽‍♀️🌿cakes i saw on facebook today. 🍄 wish i knew who made them! 🪵✨

Come lay with me in a bed of moss. The butterflies will trickle from our mouths as we speak. Rainwater will fill the pits in our stomachs, we can dive into them another time. Our heads will fall from the clouds and land in eachothers laps. We can watch the saplings grow for a while. We’ll go home once my antlers have grown back, that way i wont forget this time.