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I was actually just making a teddy bear at first but I quickly realized “that’s just freddy” so I rolled with it and now. Introducing Freddy Trashbear.

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I wonder what this is. I choose not to take this one home :P

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Is this just made from stuff I found on my walk? Yes. Is it particularly visually impressive? No. It’s it still art? To me, absolutely.

It may not look like much, but it was made with intentionality. Each part holds meaning to me, even if others may derive other meanings or no meaning whatsoever from it. It is my way of expressing myself, and therefore, art. I may not be able to afford the art supplies I want yet, but that’s not going to stop me from making little unloved parts of the world my very own canvas.

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I like talking to strangers and all but my level of androgyny means they usually end up asking me about my genitalia and sexual preferences :(

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Today's floor treasure:

The dress I was wondering about taking scraps from, plus a manhole (?) found surprisingly far down the path:

Last but not least, this bible that's seen better days but looked like it was important to someone. The last picture was found a tad further down the path but seems to have been made to protect it.

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This may be controversial but prisons are bad and we shouldn't do that to people

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i like the phrases "it's not for me," "it's not my thing," and "i'm not the target audience" because they're the most concise way to express "this thing that you enjoy has merits but idgaf about it" without being aggressive

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i used to have no hope for the future but now i'm thinking. i want rich people food. i want rare sirloin steak. i've never had sirloin steak in my life. i think i want to try it before i die.

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more and more i feel like the political divide in my life is "are you a prison abolitionist or not", not because it's all that matters, but because the questions and beliefs contained therein seem to be the root of all other political subjects i care to care for.

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First little batch of worry stones done :) Working on another. I'm excited about one, but I want to see if I can get the effect right before I say anything.

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Floor treasures from my walk today. I found something else of interest, but I’ll get a photo of it tomorrow.

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These are the ones I have in progress. The left will be space-themed, and the right desert-themed. It’ll have a little cactus :)

At first, I was planning on using these as blank canvases. I changed course after a bit of thought, even washing off the base green coats I’d applied. Instead, I want these to reflect some of the natural characteristics and identity I see in each. Some of the features (the red planet on the first and the desert sun you can’t see here yet on the second) are based on underlying spots of coloration. I like it better this way, being guided by the stones instead of deciding alone.

Bonus: the stones I’m starting on tomorrow.

You can still see some green on the frontmost one. I’d set out for a grass and ladybug design, but it just didn’t seem quite right for it. The shape of one side reminds me a bit of a lipstick tube. Perhaps something red or pink?

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My first completed worry stone. It may not look like much, but I put a lot into it. It represents a great deal to me, and each little heart and color was highly intentional.

I’ve decided to start keeping these on me to give out to people I connect with, as I do so with such great ease due to my unconditional love for all of humanity (event that stirred this project below the cut). A little piece of my soul that I hope can bring them something of value, whether that be feeling even a hint of the love and hope and joy put into it, or just some grounding and anxiety relief from feeling its bumpy surface.

I met another fellow down on his luck at the bus stop the other day. At first I was nervous due to his questions about my gender (I am wonderfully androgynous, and it gets me into trouble at times). But he turned out to be such an incredible sweetheart. It was a long wait, and we shared a ton about ourselves and our life plans. He wants to go into welding, yes, but more interestingly to me he’d like most to run an ice cream truck one day. He seemed so embarrassed about it, but I was absolutely delighted to hear it.

The trouble is, he had no phone nor address, no way for me to contact him we could think of in the moment. I didn’t even have anything to write with to give him my number for future reference. It wasn’t until I got on my bus that I realized I wanted to give him something of mine anyhow, and by then it was too late. It left me devastated. That’s why I am beginning this little project for myself. All I had in the moment was a little donut stress toy, but I thought he could use it a lot more than me. For now, I can think of him when I squeeze it. Maybe we’ll cross paths again some day. I’ll be carrying it with me every time I visit that transit station as well as making an ice cream themed stone for him, just in case. I wish I had a way to know for sure when he achieves his dream.

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at least we're together

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Hi, you can call me Sprout!

This blog is centered around my regrowth and art as I seek to better understand the universe and my place in it, and to build and shape my most authentic and harmonious self.

My goal in this life is to have a positive impact on those who need it most. I find my passion in queer and trans activism and advocacy work. I have a lot of big hopes for it.

My understanding of reality and personhood is shaped by the phrase: “You are the universe experiencing itself.” Considering what we understand about the cosmos’ creation and how we got here, I consider everyone parts of a larger whole everything—just separated by separate forms and selves, differently shaped by each’s circumstances. I love the cosmos, and therefore I love everyone. That means you, dear reader <3

I’m queer, non-binary, and plural. We have about a dozen known headmates with varying levels of connection to our core self, and are trying to integrate to help us heal and better function, though not necessarily permanently fuse.

More background below if you’re curious :)

I’ve recently been through a series of crushing experiences that led to my life falling apart. I may not have a job, home, or much to my name right now, but at least I’ve been granted some space to recover due to the kindness of some friends and family. I’m taking this time to reinvent myself—to heal, grow, and learn about myself and the world.

I made this account to document my progress, reblog posts about hope and healing, and put my thoughts out there in the world for others’ input. I’ll be using #hopecore and #solarpunk a lot, since with the worsening state of my country and the distress it’s brought me that is where my mind is currently at. I’ll probably be getting rather philosophical and spiritual here, and invite people to provide their perspectives on existence.

If you’d like to interact or follow along, please know my blog is a loving and affirming space for people of all kinds, no matter how unusual, so long as they are not sincerely harming others. I cherish and celebrate difference, and defend it with all I’ve got. That means all weird queer and trans folks, folks with personality disorders, paraphiles, and so on are beloved here. I don’t like blocking people, but if you are cruel towards those who are different and are unwilling to change, I may have to in order to protect myself and others. Otherwise, you are highly welcome to interact with this blog as much as you’d like.