I Dont Post About Her Often Enough, I Feel, But I Still Hunger After Her. I Mourn That I Did Not See

I don’t post about her often enough, I feel, but I still hunger after her. I mourn that I did not see her, did not wrap my arms around her and burrow into her chest today. I feel pained. I don’t care if it’s odd. I love her, and words are barely enough to convey it.

Istg if one more person today calls The Great American Bison a buffalo I’m losing all my marblies

I’m! Going! Insane! Please put me on an icebreaker and let me go study Ursus maritimus and Vulpes lagopus AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

As you can tell, it is Not Winter and it’s so close yet so far away. I need that cold fresh air in my face, need my nose running from the miserable biting wind, I need it more than anything I can possibly imagine give me winter now

grenole bar: unconsumed (packaged. in dorm)

hungy. cold. tsktsktsk.

Probably one of the worse feelings I’ve had is someone glaring at me after I’ve walked half an hour on a Saturday morning for food and I’m just trying to eat and get the fuck out. Like I’m sorry dude. Is my existence offensive. Do you want me to punch you. Because at this point I’m not scared, I’m pissed off and I will ruin your day.

I wish I was able to just tell people I loved them and am drawn to them and want to spend time with them, without the expectation of words

I want to know people but unfortunately that means questioning them. I want to touch their minds. I want to know and love everyone and take their face into my hands and tell them that in the dark, I will be there for them; at the end of all that is, I will stand beside them as we walk into the abyss, one people and one heart