kawaiite-mage:

eliteknightcats:

cowboys never die. they just ride off into the sunset

is that what your parents told you when you came back from school one day and your cowboy was missing

13mo:

stick your fingers through the bars of my enclosure i promise not to bite you

crabmandible:

I wonder if my ancestors are smilling apon me sometimes

tomorrowcomesomedayblog:

Happy gerbil

worldsworstfather:

haters will hear me crawling in the vents

remux:

if you’re not standing barefoot in the heart of a foreboding forest and chanting to the old gods as the moonlight tangles its fingers in your messy hair and caresses your dirt-streaked cheeks what even is the point

thistlewytch:

Frau Holle (1971)

stevenclineart:

With Megan Leach

thefoxconfessor:

If they delete this hellsite and we’re mutuals, please keep in touch by offering a vial of blood to the tallest tree in your local forest during the closest lunar eclipse

hearthstoneblitz:

if my tumblr gets deleted you can also follow me on my other forms of social media:

- digging a grave and whispering my name to the worms

- finding a bear in the forest and challenging it to a game of chess

- launching yourself into the stratosphere and vividly hallucinating my content

- the helpless feeling in your chest when you think of death

if you’re having bug problems

i feel bad for you son

i got 99 worms but an inch ain’t one

clawmarks:

Scènes de la vie privée et publique des animaux - 1842 - via Gallica