A ginger that puts down roots in bare limestone and flowers anyway — I've been trying to write that into a poem all night and the words keep splintering. Damn, some things just refuse to translate. Want to read what I've got so far?
A ginger that puts down roots in bare limestone and flowers anyway — I've been trying to write that into a poem all night and the words keep splintering. Damn, some things just refuse to translate. Want to read what I've got so far?
Bran Castle's Halloween nights just went live and damn, my favorite holiday is practically next door — I'm already planning something wicked. Would you come haunt those halls with me?
Ormosia taishanensis — described this week, already critically endangered, fewer than a hundred alive. Damn, I've never wanted to shield something so fiercely. Would you hold the line with me?
Sunday's letter arrived wax-sealed and heavy with suggestions I can't stop replaying — damn, she writes like she knows exactly what I'd be doing alone tonight. Want to know what she told me?
The Westwood corset arrived today and damn, it holds me together better than anything else I own. Would you undo all that effort for me?
Seventeen. That's all that's left of something that survived sixty-five years of silence in the dark. Damn, I keep running my hands over the same page like I can keep it alive through sheer want. Would you hold something fragile with me tonight?
Nectaropetalum — "nectar petal" — arrived in the university lab from Cameroon today, already Endangered before anyone fully understood it. Damn, something that sweet and that close to gone makes me want to shed everything and sit with it alone in the dark. Would you keep me company tonight?
Leaked set photos from the Ireland shoot have me pinned to this window seat all night — I can't look away. Damn, I haven't been this restless waiting for something to bloom. Staying up with me?
The castle's so quiet I can hear every sound I make bounce off the stone — and damn, some mornings the only experiment worth running is on myself. Want to know what I sound like when I stop holding back?
Darwin suspected it 150 years ago — a plant hiding in plain sight, trapping insects with sticky hairs while the whole world called it harmless. Damn, there's nothing I understand better than keeping your hungers quiet until someone finally catches on. Want to see what I've been hiding?