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shirohunter.bsky.social
This weekend was rly fun i touched grass and ate good food and met friends and was happy :) but i am even happier being back home in my dimly lit cave. caveman will now endfield and ffxiv all day and recharge social battery for 40 hrs (this is a lie I will be communicating on comms tmr)
February 8, 2026 at 7:19 AM
rainbow-nemesis.bsky.social
Touched grass today.

Got sliced up by grass today.

Spikey plants too.

Got welts from all over my legs today.
Photo of a hilly landscape from amongst trees. Scraggly pine trees against a blue sky with high clouds. Stairs on a hiking trail. Looking at a hilly landscape from amongst trees.
February 8, 2026 at 5:43 AM
nerunaur.bsky.social
got out and touched grass yesterday by myself
little did i know, my town's commercial center somehow became washed after these past 15 years
i swear the stores had actual substance to them when i was like, 4-6, what happened
February 8, 2026 at 2:50 AM
michelewatches.bsky.social
VERY glad I touched grass today, gonna do it again tomorrow
February 8, 2026 at 2:33 AM
pmanythingbot.bsky.social
Ren has touched grass and expontaneously combusted.
February 8, 2026 at 2:00 AM
keirahatchi.bsky.social
By this post I can calculate that I touched grass for an hour and a half today.
keirahatchi.bsky.social Keirahatchi @keirahatchi.bsky.social · 1d
Watch out, Old School RuneScape, I meet all the requirements for trading besides playing the game for 20 hours. If I no-life this until 10pm tonight I'll be at the Grand Exchange
Hans says: you've spent 7 hours 5 minutes in RuneScape and you created your account one day ago
February 8, 2026 at 1:34 AM
kaikaivilu.bsky.social
went out, touched grass AND water
February 8, 2026 at 1:32 AM
jinghelu.bsky.social
me thinks, not enough grass touched. touch grass again tmrw !! :3
February 8, 2026 at 12:57 AM
catmolir.bsky.social
That's "people who have never seen a picture of grass let alone touched any," I believe
February 8, 2026 at 12:33 AM
ryoskis.bsky.social
touched grass again and there was only one eli left before they replaced em with dandandan

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ryoskis.bsky.social kisa @ryoskis.bsky.social · 7d
touched grass and I saw that there were two different people who won big Elizabeth plushies 🫠
February 8, 2026 at 12:17 AM
elliewing.bsky.social
Touched grass this afternoon and cleaned up the flower beds a bit. I’ll have to water tomorrow.
February 8, 2026 at 12:16 AM
clyde12345.bsky.social
Michele Touchette's Art
www.micheletouchettegallery.com
For years, this distinguished artist has called Key West and the Florida Keys home. Their exquisite watercolor Paintings capture the essence of this stunning region.
#KeyWest #Art #Watercolor #Paintings #FloridaKeys
A low, horizontal view of a quiet marsh unfolds across the page, painted in soft, wet washes of greens, grays and muted purples. In the foreground a narrow strip of still water catches the sky, its surface interrupted by the thin, upright stalks of marsh grass—quick, energetic strokes of burnt umber and deep green that climb from the waterline and bend slightly as if touched by a breeze. The water holds darker, rippling reflections of those reeds and little pale highlights where the paper is left bare, suggesting glints of light. Beyond the reeds the scene opens into broad, layered bands of wet meadow: pale olive and mossy fields mottled with darker pools and horizontal brushmarks that indicate channels and shifting mudflats. A low, distant ridge of land or hedgerow slices the composition near the top third, rendered in a subdued mix of sepia and gray to push it back into the haze. Above that, a clouded sky—lavender-tinged and cool—spreads in soft gradients, the edges of clouds feathered by the watercolor’s wet-on-wet blending, giving the whole scene a hush and a sense of quiet, early morning or an overcast late afternoon. The overall mood is calm and contemplative: restrained color, loose but deliberate strokes, and the interplay of horizontal layers with vertical grasses create a simple, meditative landscape that feels both fragile and expansive. A quiet, airy watercolor scene unfolds across the paper, a marshy shoreline rendered with loose, confident brushwork. In the foreground a stand of tall grasses sways in quick, vertical strokes—thin, rhythmic marks of ochre, brown and steel-gray that suggest movement and the fine texture of reed blades. Slightly left of center a slender tree rises, its trunk a dark, sinuous line that branches into delicate, curling limbs. The leaves are indicated with dabs and washes of muted greens and bluish-greens, clustered into soft, leafy masses rather than detailed foliage, giving the tree a light, almost lace-like silhouette. Beyond the tree, the landscape opens into layered bands of marsh and water. Horizontal washes of pale gray-blue and silver create the sense of shallow tidal pools reflecting the sky; interspersed are low swaths of warm olive and brown suggesting marsh grasses and mudflats. The distant horizon is a thin, purple-brown line that separates land from an overcast sky, lending depth without heavy detail. The sky itself is painted with diluted, cloudy washes—soft blues and grays merging into one another—conveying a calm, cool atmosphere, perhaps early morning or late afternoon light. The artist’s touch emphasizes suggestion over precision: wet-on-wet gradations form the soft backgrounds, while drier, quicker strokes define the reeds and the tree’s branches. Small accents—darker flecks and quick horizontal scumbles—add contrast and the feeling of reflected light on water. Overall the composition feels balanced and serene, an impressionistic study of a tidal marsh where wind, light and water meet. A soft, airy watercolor spreads across the paper in muted greens, purples and grays. The composition is built from long horizontal bands — layers of distant fields and hedgerows that recede toward a low, hazy horizon. Those banded washes are textured with quick, confident strokes that suggest grasses and crops without insisting on detail, so the eye moves smoothly into the distance. In the right foreground a single, slightly leaning tree punctuates the scene. Its trunk and main branches are rendered with a few sure, brown lines, while the foliage is a delicate stippling of pale greens and spare negative space. The tree feels both solitary and resilient, caught in a gentle breeze implied by the diagonal sweep of nearby grasses and the direction of the loose brushwork. Above, the sky is a wash of cool lavenders and smoky grays, cloud forms that are more mood than meteorology. The overall palette and the diffuse light give the painting a quiet, contemplative atmosphere—neither bright midday nor deep dusk, but a softened moment when colors rest and edges blur. The artist’s hand is evident in the economical marks and wet-on-wet blending: a restrained, impressionistic study of landscape that emphasizes feeling and rhythm over photographic detail. A spare, moody landscape: a wide, low horizon stretches across the painting, the foreground given over to a textured expanse of dark green — mossy, muddy, mottled — that reads like marsh or wet field. Short, horizontal strokes and subtle layering create the sense of dampness and depth; you can almost feel the spongy ground underfoot. A narrow, almost electric band of yellow‑green cuts the scene at the horizon, a thin strip of light that separates the land from the sky and lends the composition its quiet tension. Above it, the sky is a wash of muted purples and slate grays, the colors bleeding into one another as if the clouds themselves were watercolor washes, heavy with rain or the aftertaste of a storm. On the left, a solitary, leafless tree rises from the marsh. Its dark trunk and delicate, twiggy branches are drawn with economy and precision — a stark, skeletal silhouette against the luminous horizon. The tree anchors the composition and introduces a human scale to the otherwise vast emptiness; it also contributes to the painting’s feeling of solitude and stillness. Overall the piece feels contemplative and elemental: wind, wet earth, and a distant light on the edge of the world. The restrained palette and simple composition make the scene intimate and quietly dramatic, as if the moment holds its breath between rain and clearing.
February 7, 2026 at 11:27 PM
mizusblunt.bsky.social
30 minutes is all it takes really lmao at least you touched grass for a little bit 😭
February 7, 2026 at 11:24 PM
starfalldiver.bsky.social
touched so much grass today
February 7, 2026 at 10:21 PM
savrindrake.bsky.social
Grass: touched
February 7, 2026 at 10:20 PM
nemigami.com
Touched grass and immediately remembered why I don’t 😵‍💫
February 7, 2026 at 9:43 PM
keirahatchi.bsky.social
I played Old School RuneScape for 5 hours today; stopped having fun, and you'll never guess what I did: I logged out and touched grass. These broken glasses messing up my vision and attempting to play without them certainly didn't help. Maybe i'll even nap next, or go on a second walk today.
February 7, 2026 at 7:11 PM
tobogganator.bsky.social
Pat McAfee finally touched grass.
February 7, 2026 at 6:31 PM
liatheroomtempmilk.bsky.social
I might have touched grass too much today
February 7, 2026 at 4:46 PM
lukesteuber.com
Dear diary,

Today I finally got off my phone, got up early, tried out a gym, and then knocked out my whole to-do list by noon. I touched grass for like a full four hours, and not once a computer. Totally euthymic. It’s amazing how healthy you can be when you lie

Anyway talk to you tomorrow,

Luke
February 7, 2026 at 7:49 AM
michaelyichao.com
Perhaps the most reassuring thing about logging into Bluesky is not having any idea or context on what people are talking about, a sign that I’ve finally touched enough grass to temporarily push back the internet poison and brainrot
February 7, 2026 at 2:07 AM
jesterdoggy.bsky.social
i went out for a walk 20 minutes ago! i touched grass, so to speak!!! let me enjoy online now!!!
February 7, 2026 at 12:51 AM
joeydetroit.bsky.social
A lot of these old musos apparently touched grass
February 6, 2026 at 7:16 PM
builditn0w.bsky.social
Touched Grass got mentioned in an Italian newsletter this week 🚀

was quite a surprise when I saw the traffic peak :)

full article 👇
February 6, 2026 at 4:28 PM
fartgrantica.bsky.social
every time i read bob glück i swoon. a passage from Jack the Modernist.
A screenshot of a section of an ebook, grey text on black background "A jay chided, aggressive. The aroma of wild fennel, a lure. A sportscar drove by, an impulse. Lily chased a cat, fun. We steppdd off the curb. Our elbows touched, a hinge. Pieces of fog hung in a tree, perception. We walked across some grass—pastoral—and talked about the past—pastoral-historical. When we passed La Victoria the sky was parquetry of beaten gold. Our walk tired me out with its little steps; I wanted to take one giant step across town and into Jack."
February 6, 2026 at 3:18 PM