these fawns laying amongst a million pillows is how i want to live my life every day
(credit to fuzzyfawnwildlife on instagram. she is a fawn rehabilitator and they’re all alive and well, just being transported)
(via sentimental-apathy)
To have died once, yet I go on, still longing for that simple quiet.
On days where your are better at plotting your own demise than your worst enemy
If only to be born a small creature with simple needs and a short life.
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(via cherrycream-soda)
Will Graham will look at a crime scene and be like “this isn’t a murder, it’s a master’s thesis. our killer is getting their mfa in killing.” and everyone else will be like “ah yes of course. Murder Grad School. you’re a genius, Will.” and then Will goes to therapy and Hannibal is like “would you go to art school if you could, Will?” and Will looks up at him through his coquettish whore eyelashes and he goes “I’m more of a painter than a sculptor.” and Hannibal nods and takes notes but all his notes just say “Mrs. William Graham” in different cursive styles with hearts over all the i’s. and then Will drives home to Virginia and has a dream where he’s like sculpting a stag out of marble or something while he’s sweating through his only set of bedsheets. great show no notes love u Bryan Fuller <3
I see you’re trapped in my gay and stupid maze again
(via xelbleedsglitter)
there is a demon in your house named CARBON MONOXIDE. he enchants your mind with confusion and your body with exhaustion. you need to call a powerful exorcist named HVAC TECHNICIAN