i don’t have a brain actually. my head is just filled with lots and lots of dried flowers

I am tired of embodying a perceivable form, I simply want to find a crumbling stone alter in the woods and leave some berries for the birds and local spirits

If I must die on a hill, I will make it the tallest most green hill you’ve ever seen, filled with wildflowers and the echoes of old tales told by those who lay here before me

The forests send their love.

who wants to give up their human forms to become dandelions with me? we can all grow out of the same crack in a sidewalk, it'll be a great time i promise

Good morning to wlws who are crushing on a straight girl, former Gifted Kids™, people who own a temperamental rabbit, people who project onto fictional characters an abnormal amount, and anyone who still wears candy bracelets

don't really get how girls could not be gay for other girls like have you heard a girl laugh before? my soul instantly ascends to heaven