might fuck around and let nature reclaim me

does this mean you’re going feral or just lying in the dirt for a while

yeah

just want to sink to my knees on rich dirt in the middle of the forest and breathe so deep roots take hold of my lungs

there's a bunch of beetles where my brain should be and that's why I am the way I am

For personal reasons, I will now be becoming a mushroom and living out the rest of my life in a patch of moss.

Date a boy who will take you on walks through the woods at 3am. You and him will walk for hours through the moonlit paths. He’ll point out his favorite flowers. You’ll point out the distant coyote howls. He’ll hold your hand. You’ll check the time. It will still be 3am.

My soul is laying sprawled out, bottom half in a stream and top half among the roots of a tree, moss growing from my clothes and mushrooms growing from my cheeks, frogs sleeping peacefully in my pockets and my toes deep in mud covered in algae!

(Sorryforthedetailedresponse, igotrllyintoit)

My soul is on his back on a tiny island in the middle of a creek, slowly sinking into the soft earth to become one with the snails

My soul is in the sod on the roof of a cottage in Iceland, soaking up the sun so I can grow delicious herbs.

My soul is wandering, moss covered, through the misty forest by the sea as it trails vines and shelters slugs and snails in their mushroom-roofed enclaves

My soul is living in a cave in Ireland, buried neck deep in shiny rocks and sheep fluff

i would like to.. become a bumble bee. sit on flowers. be yellow. not go to school. not understand capitalism.

Communicate via breakdancing

this is the only acceptable response to this post everyone else can go home now

My soul is laying sprawled out, bottom half in a stream and top half among the roots of a tree, moss growing from my clothes and mushrooms growing from my cheeks, frogs sleeping peacefully in my pockets and my toes deep in mud covered in algae!

(Sorryforthedetailedresponse, igotrllyintoit)

My soul is on his back on a tiny island in the middle of a creek, slowly sinking into the soft earth to become one with the snails

My soul is in the sod on the roof of a cottage in Iceland, soaking up the sun so I can grow delicious herbs.

My soul is wandering, moss covered, through the misty forest by the sea as it trails vines and shelters slugs and snails in their mushroom-roofed enclaves

i really love oversized clothing that distorts your silhouette. I love being formless

due to personal reasons i will be letting moss grow on me

due to circumstances that i will not elaborate on i shall be getting lost in the moss

for purposes that don’t concern you i intend to decompose

Wow do u ever like …… Stare out over the forest on a cloudy misty day and ur just Filled with Longing

im rotting! im dying! it’s cute! couture! im decomposing!

Friends!!!

Let us all cover ourselves in dirt and become