plantwitch:

slapping my husband

plantwitch:

these are all the photos from those quick snapshots

cranberried:

original post was by a terf

Do you ever just… crave the forest? Like you feel like you NEED to be in a forest. The crisp cold air with just a sweater on, looking at the red and orange foliage in the autumn. In the winter the frigid and empty branches. The summer all the green. The spring the smell of rain and the mud. God I love the forest.

licensetocannibalize:

i need a cuddle buddy to watch hannibal and/or listen to nicole dollanganger with

florascottage:

binshalhoub:

this year tried to kill me but im still here bitch

dialnfornoir:

“I don’t feel like being reasonable today. I feel like hiding away.”

— Sylvia Plath, from a diary entry featured in The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath
(via violentwavesofemotion)