“Correct me if I’m wrong” what kind of friend do you think I am. I will embrace you if you are wrong, I will support you if you are wrong. I will be wrong with you. We will be completely wrong, together
“Correct me if I’m wrong” what kind of friend do you think I am. I will embrace you if you are wrong, I will support you if you are wrong. I will be wrong with you. We will be completely wrong, together
this is my first year in which i was in a position to donate to the @projectforawesome.bsky.social
i am incredibly thankful for the opportunity to give back to a community which has given me so much.
“Non nobis solum nati sumus.” Cicero, De Officiis. “We are not born for ourselves alone.” #lingualatina
A digital painting of nbc Will Graham, wearing a blue plaid shirt, a shot from his behind at a gun practice range.
02-23-2022
Will Painting. I love his back 🤤
This shirt is my favorite. It looks warm.
One thing about me is that I will be limping to the finish line.
these are the creatures running this account if you were wondering
if you look carefully at the second photo, you can see my black cat sleeping on my black sheets like a phantom or a shadow
process photos from part one of a two-part mock-up of a future painting about grief and poor decision making.
you’ll have to pry the cain and abel story from my cold, dead, rock-bashed hands.
Lazlo the Pallid bat (A. pallidus) loses his battle against napping. When the weather cools down, even in the valley in AZ where cold temperatures are mild, bats are going into torpor (like hibernation but they wake up periodically).
🦇❄️
#bats #bat #arizona #wildlife #animals #wildliferehab
Acrylic doodle on 16”x20” tombstone shaped canvas.
Today's #dailybat pic is Kuhl's pipistrelle (Pipistrellus kuhlii). Two photos today to show you his cute face, and also the pale border on the trailing edge on the wing of this species. 🦇
the way i haven’t been able to stop saying “fuck you, i hope you get eaten by animals” for three days
dreaming of an herb garden on my balcony. dill and rosemary and thyme. little bundles to gift to friends.
big dreams to tide me over in the winter months.
dead poets society, 1989
#Hannibal
Hannibal in his cell
Me at thanksgiving with my extended family
three cats are observing a christmas tree. the cat on the left is fluffy and black and somewhat disinterested. the foremost cat on the right is orange and looking at the tree. the back most cat is black and standing nearest the tree
the black cat from the back of the last photo is now under the tree. he is crouching and looking to the right of the camera
the small black cat from the last picture is standing to the right of the christmas tree, which no longer has a tree skirt. the golden tree skirt is gathered around the back of the black cat, who is sitting proudly and looking at the camera
visual storytelling.
three house cats see their first christmas tree bigger than 3ft.
Imagine if we didn't have "Like" buttons, but instead, we had "There's a good boy" buttons. Would you rather have 110 Likes or one voice resonating so deeply in your Self that you feel, even if only momentarily, alive
posting this in celebration of we’re here now being on bluesky
a digital drawing on a cream background. there is a wreath of oleander flowers, which are very pink, and their foliage, very green. in the middle is a slanted font reading “we’re here because we’re here” in the alternating colors of the wreath
after the death of my grandmother in april & finishing my first read of the anthropocene reviewed in may, i drew this for we’re here as an expression of grief and joy.
a wreath of oleander flowers.
thank you 🖤
@hankgreen.bsky.social
@wereherenews.bsky.social @johngreensbluesky.bsky.social
an üpdate
if i could do it all over again, i would still go to school to study classics and become a latin teacher.
but if i had one more chance after that? i’d study bats.
spores are, like, a type of children
thank you for the kind offer to “hang out”sorry it didn’t work out. it turned out there was a vast library of music available to all and an empty room in which to listen to it by myself for as long as I wanted without having to “catch up” or “have a conversation”
lol get thee behind me Satan I'm looking for something specific
duality
[ miss lee, aka mibby, aka lil mama, aka piss girl ]
poetry composer, horror enthusiast, multimedia artist, mountain goats listener, and avid reader of too much hannibal fic.
i am endeavoring to enjoy this app bc my spouse says i’ll like it.
[ if you are my student irl, kindly leave this space ]