queer cis femme, early childhood developmentalist + preschool teacher. anti-bias curriculum advocate. reggio, montessori, and play-based pedagogy. infp. intersectional feminist. photography, gardening, diy, and writing enthusiast. passionate by nature. current life goals: creation and cultivation.
wow. this post 8 years old. today, in 2 hours, it’ll be 3 weeks without iggy. missing our butterscotch boy so fucking much. grateful that I’ve had things like this tumblr since 2008 and tagged pretty much everything. 12 years is a good life and our time together was eventful, but i thought there was still more left to go. there’s just so much to sift through, and i’ve told myself that i can’t post about it until i’ve neatly wrapped it in a bow. i can’t process losing him well enough to be concise. maybe that’s all there really is to say.
nature can’t amend its ways boils hell-on and then replays despite heartfelt springtimes of regret the storm, she still cries for days have mercy on the natural world
“Their colours come from their diet, lichen and mosses rich in minerals that give the shells these stunning colours. They differ according to the particular mix of plants that each snail has been eating.” - David Attenborough
