"If only, if only," the woodpecker sighs, "the bark on the trees were as soft as the skies". And as the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely, it calls to the moon, "if only if only."

home what? exterior trees stupid

procrastinating so bad
hahhhh fuck chem

1 note - reblog


“It went from butterflies fluttering in my stomach to bees stinging in my heart.”