#forrest reblogs

[bird-in-a-forrest]

It smells like dog food in my house right now. I’m pretty sure it’s the crockpot but I can’t explain how excited I get when I imagine a can of wet dog food waiting for me.

I’ve tried to before—multiple times. It tastes good. I want so desperately to eat it. But it makes me feel ill. My vessel just isn’t built to handle what my soul so desperately craves.