#weirwolves

We will be equals and partners, not just husband and wife. And neither one should have to abandon their heart’s desire. I’ve come up with a new name for both parties, together, because I believe that they shold be named the same. Life mate.

― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

It seems to me that my destiny is to be the bride of adventure. I assume you approve as you’ve sent me on so many of them now that I’ve quite developed a taste for them. Rest assured, this isn’t a capitulation. Because I’m not... an ideal beauty with many suitors. Or even just one. But because in my maturity, I’ve come to the happy, evolutionary, opinion that I am unusual... and I embrace it.

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For ten days now, we’ve locked ourselves in our houses and cried ourselves to sleep. Asked, “what is this place that looks like home?” and “why are we here?” What we know for certain is that the sun came up not too long ago, at 5:41 a.m. Which is how it should be, heading toward the summer solstice. But at the train station, the 7:10 to New York never arrived. Neither did the 7:25. No trains arrived yesterday. Or the day before. Or the day before that. Some people believed that we would wake up from this, and the dream would be over, and that everything would, again, be like it was before. Ten days is a long time to believe that. But the sun just keeps coming up, every day, and you can’t cry forever. You have to put your shoes on, you have to eat, you have to have hope. Don’t you?

I started tumblr in like... 2015(?) as a photography/aesthetic blog called @coffeecatsandcuddling-blog & i still think you can go and stalk that blog to this day jfkafajsj

GAH HAILEEE! you are seriously So Sweet and Too Good and i have done nothing to deserve you! thank you so much my dear ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

Y o u  are the fond object of affection and my desire.