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Trees through time

-willow tree behind my parents’ house they cut down when I was young bc it was at risk of crushing us. I remember crying. I remember my grandad working on hacking up the stump every time he came to visit long after it seemed like he should be physically able to do that kind of labor. -birch trees on my childhood neighbor‘s property. I liked to listen to the leaves and peel off bark to “write” on with a stick. -magnolia tree in our front yard in Philly, especially in spring when there would be petals all over the porch and stoop steps -several trees in the Woodlawn cemetery in Philly. I would go take long walks there one fall when I was feeling really down and would visit my favorite trees each time. Some grave markers are so old, they’re being swallowed whole by trees growing around them. One tree looks like ten or twelve smaller trees that have all grown together. there was one small tree that was always full of sparrows -the japanese maple on my current block, especially in fall. made me smile every morning I saw it even though I knew it meant winter was coming. Sorry for the novel. I love this question, thank you for asking it.

@lynnnnie

Apr 15, 2024

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jacaranda

had one in front of my childhood home. they look lovely, they smell lovely, they are hearty (spent many afternoons climbing it), we never really did anything to care for it (socal weather). they have circular seed pods that me and my sister would always call stingrays. when they matured enough, you could stomp on them and all the seeds would spill out. we had a swing on it and spent hours and hours swinging as high as we could go. its like a purple cherry blossom. god i miss that tree

@rodeoshrimp

Apr 16, 2024

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Magnolia Flowers

My favorite tree when I lived in Illinois was a Magnolia. I would climb it, sketchbook in tow, and just doodle to my hearts desire everyday afterschool. I got to visit the tree again this past February and share a beautiful experience with my cousin over this tree. It turns out, seeing my connection with that tree inspired my younger cousin, who has always looked up to me, to keep the closeness with the tree alive. Following my move away from Illinois, she adopted the tree. Now, anytime I am overwhelmed or need an escape, I think of the tree. See tree below

@weird

Sep 23, 2024

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Never changing

My dad teases me about how when I was a little kid, my favorite thing to do when I was on the landline phone with somebody—be it a relative or one of my best friends—was to breathlessly describe the things that were in my bedroom so that they could have a mental picture of everything I loved and chose to surround myself with, and where I sat at that moment in time. Perfectly Imperfect reminds me of that so thanks for always listening and for sharing with me too 💌

@taterhole

Feb 23, 2025

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SURFING THE TIDES OF THE EVERYONE TAB

I am a woman of the people

@taterhole

May 28, 2025

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Rejecting the Commodification of the Self

I’ve been thinking about how much of social media is centered around curating our self-image. When selfies first became popular, they were dismissed as vain and vapid—a critique often rooted in misogyny—but now, the way we craft our online selves feels more like creating monuments. We try to signal our individuality, hoping to be seen and understood, but ironically, I think this widens the gap between how others perceive us and who we really are. Instead of fostering connection, it can invite projection and misinterpretation—preconceived notions, prefab labels, and stereotypes. Worse, individuality has become branded and commodified, reducing our identities to products for others to consume. On most platforms, validation often comes from how well you can curate and present your image—selfies, aesthetic branding, and lifestyle content tend to dominate. High engagement is tied to visibility, not necessarily depth or substance. But I think spaces like PI.FYI show that there’s another way: where connection is built on shared ideas, tastes, and interests rather than surface-level content. It’s refreshing to be part of a community that values thoughts over optics. By sharing so few images of myself, I’ve found that it gives others room to focus on my ideas and voice. When I do share an image, it feels intentional—something that contributes to the story I want to tell rather than defining it. Sharing less allows me to express who I am beyond appearance. For women, especially, sharing less can be a radical act in a world where the default is to objectify ourselves. It resists the pressure to center appearance, focusing instead on what truly matters: our thoughts, voices, and authenticity. I’ve posted a handful of pictures of myself in 2,500 posts because I care more about showing who I am than how I look. In trying to be seen, are we making it harder for others to truly know us? It’s a question worth considering.

@taterhole

Dec 27, 2024