slimyswampghost:

Sometimes they were almost beautiful, if you didn’t think about the repercussions of their collective presence, about how they were just one big walking signpost that read “it has all gone to shit, and nothing can be good again”.

lacoste:

Warm sunny days are arriving. 

raviollies:

wolves howled as she hid her face,wide eyed horror at the setting sun “don’t look at me, ” another howl joined the mournful chorus. “don’t look at me.”