The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found
A hedgehog jammed up against the blades,
Killed. It had been in the long grass.
I had seen it before, and even fed it, once.
Now I had mauled its unobtrusive world
Unmendably. Burial was no help:
Next morning I got up and it did not.
The first day after a death, the new absence
Is always the same; we should be careful
Of each other, we should be kind
While there is still time.
im literally always looking at my reflection not because im conceited but because i just think it feels kind strange to have a physical form and im constantly trying to process who and what i am
"I am happy. I think I really am. But then I get sad. And sometimes it overwhelms me how sad I can get."
You must learn her.
You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to.
You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.
And, this is how you keep her.
Stop making books into films and start making them into a tv show so we could have a lot more detail to them and they can stick to the book easier.
I thought this was going to make me annoyed but everything turned out better than expected
never ignore a person who loves you, cares for you, and misses you. because one day, you might wake up from your sleep and realize that you lost the moon while counting the stars.
glory and gore // lorde
and the cry goes out
they lose their minds for us
and how it plays out
now we’re in the ring and we’re coming for blood
Fucking skinny ass butch ordering a Twix bar at UGotMunchiez like where is that even gonna go?