socially awkward/hypersensitive empath/emotionally unstable
some people think i'm lovely. i have no idea what they're on.
literature, tattoos, libraries, television, indie films, old cinema, mental illness, lovely things, beautiful people, being held, my brain chemicals
Will Graham wakes up gently in his own bed. He slept deeply and well, and had no dreams that he can remember. He is clean and dry, his pillow cool under his cheek. His dogs follow him into the kitchen, where he makes himself a cup of coffee. He looks out the window at his yard in the morning sunlight. It will be a beautiful day. He reaches down to pet a dog that noses at his hand, and takes a sip of coffee. The coffee is not people.
#seriously tho #hannibal #please
i would much rather be the “obnoxious feminist girl” than be complicit in my own dehumanization, thanks
but now it is over
and i’m not sure why