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Have you ever stood where the silences brood,
And vast the horizons begin,
At the dawn of the day to behold far away
The goal you would strive for and win?
Yet ah! in the night when you gain to the height,
With the vast pool of heaven star-spawned,
Afar and agleam, like a valley of dream,
Still mocks you a Land of Beyond.
–Robert Service, The Land of Beyond
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take solitary walks in the wood, for the purpose of being alone in the wood
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sometimes self-care is putting on a cloak and wandering through the woods at twilight
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the older i get the more i can understand why people back in the old fairytale days would just fuck off and be a hermit in the woods. just chilling out in the middle of nowhere and occasionally telling random heroes cryptic shit. living the fucking dream.
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Remember, you can disappear into the woods whenever you want. You’re an adult.
tempting
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The older I get the more I understand Shelley disappearing into the woods for hours on end, only returning towards night, talking to himself and in some state of undress.
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Funny Face- What’s something that can always make you smile?
Baby animals.
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Teacup Lake Nordic Area, 2 January 2018.
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Breakfast at Tiffany’s- What’s one of your favorite memories?
We’ve got a few contenders: not surprisngly, they’re all related to food.
I. Summer 2016 (the specific date has been lost): best meal I’ve ever made myself, outside of Big Bear, California: a two dollar porkchop, tenderized with a rockhammer; good bread made better when the mold was scraped off, and pasta, eaten in a campsite with a beer I’d been given in exchange for sewing someone’s pants up. I’m dirt poor, dirty, and tired, and I have a grin from ear to ear and I can’t help but love just about everyone around me.
II. 22 September 2014: I’ve pulled a PT Cruiser up a logging road outside of Diamond Lake, Oregon, and the hatch in the back is up, protecting me and a small stove from the warm, desperately needed rain that’s finally begun falling. The sky’s not the right color from the forest fires, and I have a cough and a runny nose from the smoke. I’ve been climbing mountains, and the car radio is playing “Tuesday Afternoon” by The Moody Blues. I feel successful; I’ve had to pull a lot of family politicking in order to get here. In hindsight, this trip is a turning point, where I’m finally beginning to have my interests accepted as valid and real.
III. 22 November 2012: Thanksgiving dinner in the basement of a hostel in Seattle. It’s the first and only time I drank under age; I spent the evening chatting up a girl from Amsterdam, and in the morning we wandered the Experience Music Project and marveled at Jimi Hendrix’s guitar. I had been petrified of getting tipsy from a single glass of box wine. Everyone talked about their families.
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From The Judy Garland Show, originally aired by CBS on January 12th, 1964.
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i’m gonna make it through this year
if it kills me
(Source: theafternoontiger)
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how dull for you to live your life without any hills to die on, you, on your vast flat barren plains of compromise, acceptance, and accommodation, while I reign supreme over the lush, rolling highlands of stupid shit I have irrationally chosen to stake my entire identity on
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i find the fact that i will probably never experience a sword fight in my entire life terribly tragic
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reblog if you’re so darn angry that you were born into an age where there’s no land left to explore/discover on earth. you can never plant a flag on any island and say it now belongs to the king of spain. reblog if you’re super mad about this
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The Man Who Knew Too Much- How do you show affection and love?
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