Green Hills Of Thakgil, Azhukau

Walter A. Weber, from Wild Animals of North America, 1960.

The Ancient Library by Hilary Purnamasari

Do you want to make a trade?

give me one memory you don't like and I'll let you have a memory I'm very fond of. A memory of a peaceful spring day.

You lay in nice grass. Not itchy, not spiky. Nice, soft blades of grass gently tickle your legs and the sun shines softly on your back. Just the right amount of warmth. You smile and rest your head on your arms, content with the world. The birds gently sing, a peaceful calming song.

There's bright yellow dandelions around you, enough to make 100 flower crowns. You start humming a tune, joining the birds in their song. You close your eyes and enjoy this wonderful moment, sun warming your back and nature keeping you company.

You can make this trade any time, anywhere. All you have to do is hand me a memory you don't like so that I can hold it, so it'll be smaller and further away.

Listen to the birds and enjoy the sun.

Imho the idea of ‘cruelty free’ products or food shouldn’t mean that nothing died to create it, but rather that anything and anyone involved in the creation process hasn’t been exploited or harmed.

Leather is good actually. Veganism isn’t the end all be all to morality and consumption. The issue isn’t that a chicken died for those nuggets, but that while the chicken was alive, it’s life fucking sucked. Vegan chocolate means little if the cocoa that made it was gathered by child slave labor.

Factory farms, abuses of the people who pick the fruit and vegetables we eat, the focus profit and productivity over all else - that’s the fucking issue here. It’s capitalism folks.

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All the cool tadpoles hang out in the writhing mass.