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there is a certain type of late summer evening sunset that will have you in love with everyone whose life has ever touched yours. this is possibly a feature and not a bug
the chain by fleetwood mac. You agree
"you should be at the club" i should be by the sea. i should be in the mountains. i should be at the moon. i should be awestruck and rendered speechless by the majesty of the natural world. if you even care.
girls only want one thing (wild animals to see them as friends)
huge shout out to this little kid for writing my favorite poem
i speak for the trees and the trees fucking hate the US government
i love you green. i love you forests. i love you smell of damp earth. i love you feeling before the storm breaks. i love you moss. i love you rivers. i love you streams. i love you thunderstorms. i love you sunlight shining through leaves.
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i am full of love and also fatigue
i am so easily impressed by trees
i don’t know. i’m barely a person. i just want to be kind and hold someone’s hand. eat an ice cream cone. stare at the lake. feel the sun on my skin. lay in the grass. run through a sprinkler. it’s so easy to forget life is supposed to feel like a deep breath and not a gasp
the trees you grew up with have not forgotten you. their branches still whisper your name in the breeze and their roots remember the paths your feet once traced through their shade.