if youve never physically been in the presence of like, a real live wolf, and you probably wont get the chance to, heres some stuff about them you should know
a wolf’s fur is so unbelievably thick that you can get like, your whole hand into it while petting. and then you can keep going
wolves are a lot bigger than you think they are. think about how big you think a wolf is then just like double that
they dont really smell like dog but they DO smell and youre not going to be able to figure out if its a good smell or not
a wolf really wants to lick the inside of your mouth. he will not stop trying to lick the inside of your mouth at any cost, and generally speaking you need to press your lips together kind of tightly when he approaches your face so that he doesnt worm his damn tongue in there to give you what he thinks is an appropriate greeting
a wolf doesnt really want to look at you while you pet him but he wants you to pet him. hes embarrassed
if a grown ass wolf decides to lay down on you, you just have to deal with it and thats your life now
young wolves, much like young dogs, are overwhelmingly goofy and stupid. a teenage wolf will see your very fragile, very human shoulder and go “i can probably step on that with my full weight” and then he will do it
letting a wolf eat out of your hand is actually not remotely frightening, and youll want to do it all day
I’m gonna be real honest with y’all, but like no intelligence is as important as emotional and interpersonal intelligence like I don’t care if you don’t know the difference between a softball and a volleyball but if you know how to treat people like basic human beings and understand others have complex feelings and how to approach that with kindness and genuine empathy then I fucking love you with my whole fucking heart the end
will you allow me to share some knowledge with you all even if it makes me sound like a dumb ass stoner
smoking weed out of bong requires all 4 of the elements
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Why
Why is life so hard. Why do people get drunk. Why do people become alcoholics. Why can’t people catch themselves falling into addiction. Why do people stress each other out. Why do people not tell important things to each other. Why do people get each other’s hopes up. Why can’t people just be kind. Why do people just make things harder on others. Why do people care. Why do people not care enough. Why don’t people consider others. Why can’t people read minds. Why can’t people just be peaceful. Why can’t I just be ok. Why can’t I not be stressed. Why am I always anxious. Why can’t my family keep it together. Why are people the way they are. Why can’t the world be perfect. Why can’t everyone just be happy. Why is my mom a mean drunk. Why won’t anyone do anything about it. Why can’t people be honest. Why can’t I just be upfront. Why are people manipulative. Why are some people dumb. Why is there hate. Why is this world so terrible. Why can’t the world just be good.
On the 28th of November 2011, in a basement ecology laboratory, my now-fiancé Scott kissed me for the first time after a praying mantis from his project jumped from his hands to my head. 5 years later, the animal trend continued as he proposed to me with a live penguin, Kevin, who was wearing a bow tie saying ‘Marry Me?’ at Long Island Aquarium in New York. Now, I’m moving to New York where he lives. I sent him the star map as a reminder that we’ve been through so much, but it all started with a kiss in the most ridiculous of situations
