#rainbows
i need a badass alien squad
Taurus, Leo, Virgo, Sagittarius, Pisces
an ode to my old fave color scheme :’)
Hung a prism in the window and now her little mind is blown.
anyway life is a fucking dream and the world isn’t so ugly after all
❤️
Puddles in the street
with gasoline rainbows
in them
people have been re-designing the world in grey too much for me. they want us to work like machines, be the same, like products made in a factory, and dress to match the paperwork and office boxes, don’t have feelings, wants and needs, don’t be yourself, just do your job, they take as much nature out of life as they can, and want to take even more. if we didn’t know that trees keep us alive, perhaps they would all be cut down long ago.
but no matter how much we change and destroy our world, nature doesn’t stop being beautiful and bright and diverse and wonderful.
imagine a photoshoot where someone wants everything to be black and white without using any filters, they take a pale white person with grey eyes and grey hair, put them in a big, boxy, flat grey suit, on an asphalt road with white rectangle lines painted on, in front of more flat, grey rectangle concrete buildings, and flat grey, rectangle pathways, under a flat, grey, stormy sky. and then a rainbow comes along to brighten up their day. at first maybe they’d be bothered that they have to wait for it to go away to get on with what they wanted. but then after looking at it, and feeling how beautiful it is, they couldn’t help being excited and awe-inspired and happy to see a rainbow, one of the most magical things in the world. they’d have to stop pretending to be robots who exist to just do their job and let their human nature free, I’m sure they’d change their mind and decide the rainbow makes the photographs better.
I’ve heard people talk about “the golden era” and some people say there was no golden era.
but maybe it’s always golden.
I don’t mean perfect
I used to believe what they said about there being a pot of gold at the end of every rainbow, I thought if I could just find one, and climb it, I could find out for myself.
but rainbows get further away the more you try to catch up.
but one day I found myself standing in front of what I thought was the end of a rainbow, and not a single part of me didn’t think I should climb it, but for some reason I didn’t, and I regretted it for years.
I guess it was a sun beam.
what a beautiful gift, to meet a sun beam reaching all the way down to the grass in front of me.
I don’t want the pot of gold anymore, rainbows are golden to me.