On the walk back from a hardware store i didnt want to be in my friend stopped to tie shoes in front of a yard that looked … not perfect. half dead leaves, unmowed grass, wild things growing up the fence, and I said, “Look, it's a butterfly garden.” he asked what made me so sure it's a thing. I didn't have a better answer than “butterfly gardens just look a little unbothered.” It stuck with me, though. The idea of a space that was not built to be something in the traditional sense. not perfectly styled. not intentional in the curated kind of way, but more like for accommodating. for comfort. butterfly~friendly. Which apparently means you let the leaves get eaten. You let the wildness come in. You plant things that are not always aesthetically pleasing but are nourishing in ways. Food for caterpillars, nectar for wings, etc. You keep a bowl of water low to the ground, not because it looks good, but because a little creature might need it. you dont trim too much. you dont try to control what lands.

You just keep tending what makes it vibrant in its own strange logic. Controlled chaos.

Lovebombing, INC. started as a small groupchat and organically grew into a community from ground up with little moderation and fencing to keep it peaceful. I’ve been tending and growing it into it’s next form since the beginning and I love where it’s going.