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“He leads with instinct, protects with love, and endures with courage.” —Tee M.

🐺 The Leader of the Pack 🐺

In the heart of the wild, where silence is broken only by the wind in the trees and the echo of pawsteps on the forest floor, stands the wolf—the leader of his pack. His eyes, sharp and steady, tell a story of survival, wisdom, and quiet strength.

Leadership in the wolf world is not about dominance alone. It is about protection, guidance, and the unspoken promise of loyalty. The leader moves first, not only to mark the way but to bear the weight of responsibility. Every decision he makes ripples through the lives of those who follow—his family, his pack, his world.

There is grace in the way he stands, alert yet calm, watchful yet composed. He knows the land, the shadows, the scents carried on the wind. In his gaze is both fierceness and tenderness—fierce against threats, tender toward the young and the vulnerable who rely on him.

To see a wolf in the wild is to witness more than an animal—it is to glimpse a living symbol of resilience, loyalty, and instinctual wisdom. The leader of the pack carries not only his own survival, but the future of his kind.

And perhaps that is why wolves continue to capture our hearts: because in their eyes, we see reflections of what we most admire in ourselves—the courage to lead, the devotion to protect, and the strength to endure.

—by Tee M.

@wolfgatelane on Tumblr

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“The Willow and the Wind”

In a town nestled between mountains and river, where seasons painted the hills with fire and snow, lived two boys—John and Mickey.

John was the kind of boy people watched from a distance. Quiet. Handsome like a painting. Always thinking, always dreaming, always somewhere far away even when standing right in front of you. His books were worn, his gaze gentle, his heart full of thoughts he never said aloud.

Mickey, younger by two years, was the fire to John’s still water. Strong-willed, bold, the kind of boy who ran toward things—storms, ideas, people—with confidence. He laughed often, but his eyes held a quiet depth, especially when they looked at John.

They grew up together—summers full of swimming holes and shared sandwiches, winters spent trading notes and secrets. Mickey looked at John the way wind looks at a willow: always reaching, always moving, never quite touching.

John looked back with silence, the kind that says maybe, the kind that says if only.

As the years passed, their bond stayed strong but fragile. Mickey flirted sometimes, in ways John pretended not to notice. A hand brushing too long. A compliment with weight. A look held for a moment too many.

And John… would smile. Then change the subject.

People saw them together and said, “They’re like brothers.”

But they weren’t.

Mickey waited. For John to say something. Anything.

But John, with his cleverness and carefulness, said nothing at all.

Then came the day Mickey left—to chase a scholarship, to chase the world, to chase something he couldn’t name. He didn’t ask John to come with him. He wanted to. He didn’t.

John watched him go from the train station, a hundred words caught behind his teeth.

Years passed.

Mickey built a life. Traveled. Wrote. Met others. But no one ever held his gaze the way John had.

John stayed. Taught. Read. Walked alone under the same willow tree by the riverbank where they used to sit.

One autumn, Mickey returned. Just for a day.

They met under the willow. Older now, but something still sparking beneath the silence.

Mickey asked, “Do you ever think about it?”

John smiled faintly, eyes distant. “Every day.”

But he still didn’t say the words.

And Mickey, still the wind, still the one who reached, finally let the silence answer.

They parted with a hug that lingered.

Two boys. Two men. Two hearts full of something that had lived, quietly, beautifully, and unspoken.

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Moral: Some love lives not in what is said, but in what is never forgotten.

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This is so stupid I’m so sorry

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What it Takes to Forget If memories were ink If these pages could think Then I would burn it all Then I would rather fall

-Part of my Wings of Pages series

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Via: IG@stanceelements

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Here’s a bunch of Super Rad Hipster Portraits I did over Thanksgiving! I’m really happy with how these all have been turning out!

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la camisa de cuadros

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Art Selfie ...

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Solar eclipse shadows

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Ohio Total Solar Eclipse

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Rain for My Parade 🌧️🌱🌿🌹🌷🌼

part of my cloud petticoat series~

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