is a word I learned from my dad when I was young and had just finished reading Madeleine L’Engle’s A Wrinkle In Time.
I told him I had been absolutely transported by the story and now felt abandoned by it, that it seemed wholly unfair. The feeling I could most closely compare it to was the nauseating stillness left when the engine of a car shuts off, which I’m not certain is entirely relatable.
Because I was a difficult child I’d been ferried often to and from offices of people who claimed some knowledge of how to deal with children like me.
date a boy who’s a wolf. not figuratively a wolf literally date a fucking wolf. wolves are strong and cute and have powerful jaws for crushing the bones of men who harass you on the street. wolves are better than men in every respect. have you ever seen a man kill an elk with his teeth, howl at the moon, run at speeds of 35 mph. wolves CANNOT call you slurs
It’s true. They don’t speak human.