I am Emily, and - try as I might - I couldn't possibly be anybody else.
My brain is full of broken glass.
When I think it rattles and grinds and cuts and bleeds.
There’s a part of me that wants a serious relationship.
There’s another part of me that just wants ten cats.
Eurhlgh, patron invasion of personal space.
I thought I was the only one.
ok but what if like. werewolves transform under the full moon but theres just this one and by day hes a big tough guy and then when he transforms hes a tiny dog. just fucking. just fucking turns into the tiniest, fluffiest dog
imagine that howling at the moon
Truly a ferocious predator.
And lastly: (He’s the pack leader obviously)
the big wolves are his younger sisters
oh my fucking god it got better