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[odonianpoet]

[darkearthsuggestions]

When you truly find the sun– and it is not often that the sunlight flows so thick that you might wade through its pools, where it shimmers and shivers under the cool breath of the wind– there is more than enough for all. Drink deep. Remember how to be warm. It is a lesson too quickly forgotten, but the sun will teach you today. If you forget, the sun will teach you tomorrow. If you forget, the sun will teach you again.

[simplytolkien]

[orvillian]

When you grow tired of the aches of life , escape into the forest . You will always find comfort in the trees .

[theglowinqeyes]

the forest is singing for you. the wind harmonizing with the trees. the birds calling lullabies into the ears of any creature that will listen. hooves hitting the ground like drumbeats. howls of glory. chirps from insects that just want to remind you that they are there, they are important. the forest breathes music. it’s singing you to sleep.

i am watching over this orchestra. i am the conductor. i will defend these beings with all of my soul.

listen to the melody as you sleep, my friend. the forest is singing for you. 

[drangon-boye]

if you used to go upstairs on your hands and legs then you’re a kinnie 

[punkyboysblog]

Bruh what if we lived together 😳😳😳and had a garden😳😳😳😳

[requiem-on-water]

by Jaccob McKay

[tazdaar]

imagine:

you're nestled in your den. your body heat and fur have created a buffer of warm air that shields you from the cold outside. you hear the gentle patter of rain on leaves, though inside it's dry. the scent of freshly churned dirt mingles with pine. you stretch, then curl up even tighter.

you're home.

[flightless-sunlight]

this but my girlfriend is with me and we are in a nest

[tazdaar]

take a nap on a warm flat rock. feel the breeze gently ruffling your fur. breathe in the scent of dirt and leaves and sky.

you're safe. it's okay to relax.

[flightless-sunlight]

is it possible to miss someone who most likely doesn’t exist??

i miss my old friends. i miss my friend juniper.

i wonder if she saw me if she would recognize me?

they changed me so much. i am not what i used to be. but there are far reaching places of me that no needles and drugs or machines can wipe away

i miss you juniper, if you’re out there. i hope they didn’t get you too.

[bittercashmere-deactivated20240]

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[flightless-sunlight]

like real people do but you’re by a stream during summertime and you’re calm

[howling-suggestions]

Oh I get it now, the logic of foxes caught in a trap, those who chew through their own foot to escape. We'll die from the injury, of course we will, but it's better than dying like this, trapped like prey. It's better to die free.

[gutturalgrowls]

Hunt.

I.

You trace the treeline with your light to scan the darkened facade. You stop and stare when eyes, all white, reveal the evasive god.

II.

You push on through the leaves and wood, resolved to chop off Its head. Human— you have misunderstood; the monster hunts you instead.

[catsurlamoon]

the bird mocks you. its beak parts to reveal sharp drooling canines going forever onward down its throat. you've seen this before. it's not the first time: it's not the last time. It wants you Me to Beg for Purpose. Give Me a Purpose.

[anthropologyofwater-deactivated]

To be gorgeous, you must first be seen, but to be seen allows you to be hunted.

Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

[violetsbites]

i remember what it feels like to be able to shove off the ground and never drop, i remember my mighty wings and how it felt when they caught wind, and how free and skillful i felt when i zipped through the night sky and forest. i can still feel that sometimes. where has it all gone?