Me, You, And Our Giant Robot Son

a space wall decoration I’m currently working on

Hand for scale

When I say I am not waiting for revolution, I mean Im planting things secretly at bus stops, and shoveling snow out of the way of crosswalks. I mean it in a way where neighbors are stocking community fridges and harvesting in community gardens. Little libraries and strangers giving you shoes bc they couldnt return them. I mean ppl swapping stuff or loaning it out to neighbors theyve just met. I mean it in a way where a friend who can sew asks me to mend something and a week late brings me cookies as thanks. I mean it in the way a friend makes a playlist for you and it truly brighten your day. These tiny acts of defiance against cruelty and profit are their own  revolutions. And they catch like kindling, small going at first you might not even know that flames there. Than suddenly all at once catching, burning in the darkness of the night.

romantic

+my foot for scale

If you have any idea what type of mushrooms these are please let me know.

explaining my love for mothman to people who don’t know mothman is so embarrassing honestly it feels like baring my soul. like yeah this is my friend mothman from west virginia. i have a plushie of him and he’s on my jacket. he’s the silliest guy and i love him very much. they have a festival about him at point pleasant i wanna go there someday. and then i show them the guy in question and he looks like this

now, Tumblr watch this and tell me you don't feel tempted to do it (and don't lie)

You are loved, you matter, I care about you.

Please reblog for all of the people who are feeling hopeless right now.

I love this fucking gif so much. Violence and killing and destruction