Elizabeth
@individualize.bsky.social
My dark sarcasm is a load-bearing structure. Minor award winning weird craft creator & photographer.
If I like you, I'll joke with you.
If I like you, I'll joke with you.
Why, hello there, Scrat.
November 20, 2024 at 10:05 PM
Why, hello there, Scrat.
Two weeks ago, I took this photo, full of hope.
In the days since, hope has withered like the dried flowerheads: frosted with cold, preparing for a long, cold winter.
While they may not be visible, millions of seeds are still here, covering the dark earth, waiting for their moment to spring forth.
In the days since, hope has withered like the dried flowerheads: frosted with cold, preparing for a long, cold winter.
While they may not be visible, millions of seeds are still here, covering the dark earth, waiting for their moment to spring forth.
November 13, 2024 at 1:07 AM
Two weeks ago, I took this photo, full of hope.
In the days since, hope has withered like the dried flowerheads: frosted with cold, preparing for a long, cold winter.
While they may not be visible, millions of seeds are still here, covering the dark earth, waiting for their moment to spring forth.
In the days since, hope has withered like the dried flowerheads: frosted with cold, preparing for a long, cold winter.
While they may not be visible, millions of seeds are still here, covering the dark earth, waiting for their moment to spring forth.