As asas pesavam. Era uma coisa mágica, esticar os músculos e chegar aos céus. Mas, as vezes, aquelas penas brancas pesavam tanto que ela podia apenas ficar estatelada no chão, desejando as estrelas.
big fan of the “I can’t fix him but I can follow him to his tragic and untimely end and love him even as he becomes corrupted and decays into a shadow of his former self” trope
Bach’s Cello Suite No. 1 in G, Prélude
This with the rain, Oh what a mood
Oh wow, all of the tension just flowed out of my muscles as soon as this started playing
We have forgotten how to be good guests, how to walk lightly on the Earth as its other creatures do.
Date a boy who is supportive of whatever your body looks like no matter what
I just want to crawl in bed with someone I care about and have my heart feel at home again and watch movies and talk about random stuff for hours