the pacific northwest is THE place to be. the forests with no end. small towns so quiet at night that you can hear the distant rivers. mountains everywhere you look. the constant calming smell of rain and damp earth. there’s something so inherently beautiful and good about it.
your speed doesn’t matter, forward is forward
my kink is when people don’t get bored of me in a week
im just a huge sucker for charismatic villains becoming sort of pseudo good guys and hanging out with the main characters just because a bigger, more serious threat emerges and i dont think it happens enough tbh. especially when they’re still kind of a dick, i just think its a fun trope
there’s something about being gay that just,,,, brings the cowboy out in you
*takes my medication* oh fuck thats right i like things
aesthetic: im spotted out in the woods wearing nothing but a pair of ARE YOU NASTY? booty shorts. im covered in dirt. my hair is full of twigs. im not lost or anything. just making my living stealing nuts from squirrels and slurping creek water. i become a local cryptid. the nasty woodsman.
bone healing juice
milk
blocked
I feel the mountains burn inside 