23 years old. Queer. New York. BA in Gender Studies. Germanophile, writer, reader (see my books here), feminist, runner, writer, lover, nerd. More about me :) In recovery from an eating disorder; living with PTSD. Trigger warnings always apply, please take gentle care. What's up, babycakes?
A stag roars while wearing a crown of bracken during the rutting season in Richmond Park.
Picture: Mark Smith/Solent News
today: listen to the rain. make bed. shower. breakfastish. clean room. lunch. afternoon: watch Lord of the Rings while stringing hazelnuts (finally)? finish reading Ship Breaker and then start A Casual Vacancy? moar cleaning/organizing? dinner (are we ordering pizza plz?). plan a bit for tomorrow (Katherine!!!). Skype. bed early.
p.s. if the rain stops maybe head out to take some photos and finish off the first roll of film so I can take it to be developed and then know whether or not it works/I can actually take pictures like a person with a brain?
"Your body is not a temple.
Your body is the house you grew up in.
How dare you try to burn it to the ground.
You are bigger than this.
You are bigger
Sierra Demulder (via daisychainrecovery)