lonewolf 🖤

FREE ME!!!!!!! Idk from what...I just want to be free from literally everything

the horrors persist but so do books, art, hot chocolate, winter nights, the moon, the sea, the stars, sunsets, literature, libraries, cats, flowers, stories, love and the wistful feeling you get when you finally return home

to love and be loved and to remember God, always

I’m so easily revitalized by small, loving gestures

you make one fucking post where the point is “women are encouraged to develop disordered eating from a very young age and that impacts how we view the ‘natural’ size and shape of women” and too many reblogs later i am being accused of saying short people wouldn’t exist if they ate better growing up. i’m sorry but if you genuinely think i was saying that you are just a buffoon. i cannot and will not sanction your buffoonery.

can we all agree that pressing foreheads together is an underrated act of affection??