Some people write manifestos. We prune plants.
This isn’t a blog. It’s a slow, leafy rebellion against noise — and a quiet practice of letting go.
Pruning My Pothos started as a quiet reflection on growth — not the loud, optimized kind, but the kind that sprawls. We found poetry in pothos leaves, and therapy in letting go.
This space is our journal: part philosophy, part creative mulch, part garden of existential weeds.
Thought Pruner
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Metaphor Gardener
"Finds philosophy in pothos roots. Grows more than just plants."
Existential Barker
"Growls at nothing. Like a true philosopher."
Leaf Thief
"Stole a pothos once. No regrets."
If you're into slow growth, soft rebellion, and metaphors with dirt under the nails — you're one of us.
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