Localnirvanalistener - Ren

Draparnaud's Glass Snail absolutely mystical yet common in the UK

is that a hard boiled egg in your back pocket or is your penis just round and on the wrong side

you're asking the traumatised frog scientist if she can get us out of the wilderness we've been struggling to survive in for months. I'm asking her if mulder and scully from the x files get together. we are not the same.

getting really into journaling is so fucked because you will fr end up with pages like "dear diary, it's fucken wimdy today!!!!! also I might be a talentless hack with no real creative drive or discipline to speak of. xoxo ✨"

one of my favorite things about human physiology is the way our eyes change when we look at someone we love. our pupils dilate automatically like they do when it’s dark outside and they’re trying to let more light in. except now it’s the light of your favorite person. the edges of our eyes soften a little and they sometimes even get watery which we also can’t control. tears of joy. we tend to raise our eyebrows as if we’re trying to make our eyes bigger. trying to get a better vision and seeing all the details. we tend to blink less than usual just to make the moment last a bit longer. even if it’s just a second. or when you smile at someone with your entire face involved and your eyes just crinkle and create a sparkle in them. and it all happens so effortlessly and universally.

progress decorating my office space

"You're losing blood" no I know exactly where it is. The floor. Don't ever underestimate me.

I'm going to *remembers suicide is often not a desire for death itself but rather an attempt to radically change one's life because the current state of being has become unbearable but the person can't think of any way to change it other than death* kill myself

“And hunting each other. And all of those thrilling, terrible things.”

“We were having so much fun out there. That’s the terrible truth we left behind.”