Tbh I Sometimes Wish I'd Grown Up On A Farm.

tbh i sometimes wish i'd grown up on a farm.

lack of technology, lack of social media. just outside, feeding chickens and riding horses, baking, naming each animal i care for, barefeet on the grass, reading a book under a shady tree, without a care in the world, just me, my animals, and fruit.

sigh. :((

he’s so real, the skeleton gloves, the awful posture, the slightly miserable look, the slug hunting, the adopting random cats, the compulsion to call people by their surnames, the obsession with motorbikes,

me

Doll.

doll grew up around a lot of things in life.

doll saw many things that their mother said to "forget about, it was in the past."

doll is afraid to get back into a vehicle because of their mother driving high behind the wheel. doll went mute for hours.

doll hasn't gotten into a vehicle since that time. doll has seen their mother do such things they wish they could forget.

dolls mother is a good one, regardless, but doll has so many things bottled up inside it's hard to talk about, in fear their mother will find out they spoke about it.

doll has friends, trustworthy ones they speak to, yet there's still fear that lingers in the back of their mind.

doll wishes to get therapy soon 𖹭 and they will.

little by little learning how to use tumblr agjgejcjkdd♡︎

this app is so aesthetically pleasing 🤧