How did I get here? Should you stay?

Let's be real, I've always been pretty emo. I've also always really liked living things to occupy my time. It sort of all went downhill yet uphill when Bean died.

Bean was my best friend, my really shitty roommate and my fucked up emotional support dog. When he suddenly died it felt as though I had nothing to occupy my time. Mourning and googling ways to fill the time I stumbled upon an album cover with gorgeous dark leaves and fungi. As a once seasoned gardener something sparked in my brain and I had the thought that hasn't left since- I needed to own and care for some sinister looking foliage.

Years later- I am still here , proving that a black thumb can do it all. Collecting both the simple and gorgeous and the stuff that looks dangerous to be near, some of it is - fucking cactus spikes.

Stay tuned for some badass plants, my tissue culture journey, and the occasional critter as we stay grieving, goth-ing and growing.