some type of adult girl

astranemus:

Your body is an ancestor. Your body is an altar to your ancestors. Every one of your cells holds an ancient and anarchic love story. Around 2.7 billion years ago free-living prokaryotes melted into one another to form the mitochondria and organelles of the cells that build our bodies today. All you need to do to honor your ancestors is to roll up like a pill bug, into the innate shape of safety: the fetal position. The curl of your body, then, is an altar not just to the womb that grew you, but to the retroviruses that, 200 million years ago taught mammals how to develop the protein syncytin that creates the synctrophoblast layer of the placenta. Breathe in, slowly, knowing that your breath loops you into the biome of your ecosystem. Every seven to ten years your cells will have turned over, rearticulated by your inhales and exhales, your appetites and proclivity for certain flavors. If you live in a valley, chances are the ancient glacial moraine, the fossils crushed underfoot, the spores from grandmotherly honey fungi, have all entered into and rebuilt the very molecular make up of your bones, your lungs, and even your eyes. Even your lungfuls of exhaust churn you into an ancestor altar for Mesozoic ferns pressurized into the fossil fuels. You are threaded through with fossils. Your microbiome is an ode to bacterial legacies you would not be able to trace with birth certificates and blood lineages. You are the ongoing-ness of the dead. The alembic where they are given breath again. Every decision, every idea, every poem you breathe and live is a resurrection of elements that date back to the birth of this universe itself.

Today I realize that due to the miracle of metabolic recycling, it is even possible that my body, somehow, holds the cells of my great-great grandmother. Or your great-great grandmother. Or that I am built from carbon that once intimately orchestrated the flight of a hummingbird or a pterodactyl. Your body is an ecosystem of ancestors. An outcome born not of a single human thread, but a web of relations that ripples outwards into the intimate ocean of deep time.

Your Body is an Ancestor, Sophie Strand

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violettesiren:

My river was once unseparated. Was Colorado. Red-
fast flood. Able to take

      anything it could wet—in a wild rush—

                                all the way to Mexico.

Now it is shattered by fifteen dams
over one-thousand four-hundred and fifty miles,

pipes and pumps filling
swimming pools and sprinklers

     in Los Angeles and Las Vegas.

To save our fish, we lifted them from our skeletoned river beds,
loosed them in our heavens, set them aster —

     ‘Achii ‘ahan, Mojave salmon,

                               Colorado pikeminnow—

Up there they glide, gilled with stars.
You see them now—

     god-large, gold-green sides,

                               moon-white belly and breast—

making their great speeded way across the darkest hours,
rippling the sapphired sky-water into a galaxy road.

The blurred wake they drag as they make their path
through the night sky is called

     ‘Achii ‘ahan nyuunye—

                               our words for Milky Way.

Coyote too is up there, crouched in the moon,
after his failed attempt to leap it, fishing net wet

     and empty, slung over his back—

                               a prisoner blue and dreaming

of unzipping the salmon’s silked skins with his teeth.
O, the weakness of any mouth

     as it gives itself away to the universe

                               of a sweet-milk body.

Just as my own mouth is dreamed to thirst
the long desire-ways, the hundred-thousand light year roads

     of your throat and thighs.

How the Milky Way Was Made by Natalie Diaz

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bugshroom:

i witnessed a little miracle last night !!

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leolaroot:

neolesbian:

i get that its popular but has anyone thought about how fucked up the truman show is? like it was really funny last week when he tripped over that bird but think about it… he doesnt know…

okay if you care so much then don’t watch 🙄 people are always whining about the show but I knowwww you’re tuning in. besides he’s never known anything else at this point it’d be cruel to end the show. like what are they gonna do? just release him into the wild?

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U can see the most beautiful women on Earth every day on public transportation

reyhanblog:

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1) parents murdered

2) abused and neglected for entire childhood

3) life turned into a theme park at disney world

one-weird-mammal-a-day:

Brandt’s hedgehog (Paraechinus hypomelas)

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reallyreallyreallytrying:

loved the message dude. the little face at the end… fantastic. an “emoji”, i assume. does he represent you or me?

thesacredtwink:

Okay so I’ve been informed that this is super cool and should be shared so please behold my Great Grandfather’s helmet from WWI (my OTHER great grandfather, not the one who was mustard gassed and had perminant laryngitis as a result)

This helmet was painted in 1918 by a French woman for my Great Grandad before he went into the trenches. It’s an oil painting, and the woman who did it probably only charged about 50¢-$1, just as a way to make some money and as a way to send the men into battle with something beautiful and unique. The kicker is, my great Gramps caught Spanish Flu before he could actually see any action, and was sent home to either recover or die. He survived, but because of his short deployment the helmet and the painting done to it survived in near perfect condition too.

Whoever the woman was who painted the helmet was a master at her art, and not only is it incredibly detailed but she used the three dimensional surface to full effect, taking the brim of the helmet to make a horizon line for the sunset over the water. And she gave it texture and details that would make Bob Ross proud.

It’s 103 years old this year :)

(and yes, the impasto (texture) of the painting feels EXACTLY like how you think it does lol)

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peachpartime-deactivated2022072:

pochacco-berry ｡*♡🍓

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