Werewulven

chronically on tumblr because something’s not wired right inside of me

Reblog to bonk your mutuals on the head every time they start thinking negatively about themselves

I'm at a :.|:; for words.

Aren't plushies beautiful? They were created so a sick child had something to hold. They were created so an adult living alone might have a friend to keep them company. They were created for a teenager to clutch to her chest as she cries. They were created to accompany a college student to his geology classes. They were created not for any material benefit, they don't change tires, but to be loved.

They were created for the purpose of love.