MountainTreeThoughts

Life ramblings from a tattooed musician, smoking her way through college

[bayliedunn15]

My dream home

[tinyhousetown]

Cabane’s tiny cabin (256 sq ft)

[prefabnsmallhomes]

[mtntre3]

i want this too!!!

[tinyhouseappreciation]

aurora borealis over a tiny alaskan cabin

[tinyhouseappreciation]

tiny A-frame in the mountains

[fromrusttoroadtrip]

7/12/16

Getting the van ready for winter; the fairy lights are up, there’s tinsel on the dashboard, an extra blanket on the bed, a hot meal on the stove and the heater’s cranked up full. The nights are getting colder and longer the further North we drive, but the van’s warm and cosy and doesn’t leak too much, and our first Christmas in a van will be spent roasting potatoes on the fire outdoors with a bottle of Port.

Follow the hashtag #Fromrusttoroadtrip to follow our van conversion project and our travels around Europe! 🌍    

[mtntre3]

I want a van like this!!! I could furnish it at this point lol 

[prefabnsmallhomes]

The 45m2 Thurston Studio, Wellington, New Zealand by Architect Cushla Thurston.

[prefabnsmallhomes]

Small Holiday Home in Normandy, France by Architect Béatrice Fourneaux.

[mtntre3]

buerkletta

L.A. Buerkle 23 NY New Age @buerkletta buerkletta.tumblr.com soundcloud.com/buerkletta facebook.com/LABuerkle Something coming soon.

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[mtntre3]

Box o Monsters

[mtntre3]

Can we please talk about how delicious this was.

[mtntre3]

Follow my twitter account?

I post my thoughts much more often there. Warning: drab and unimportant.

https://twitter.com/trees_r_cool

[mtntre3]

Peaking through the trees.

[slush-pile-rejects]

I was waiting at the crosswalk on the way to the market. There

were a few other people there, waiting too. The light turned,

the little white guy shined, and we all strode quickly across,

before the big red hand turned up. Halfway, on the ground, I

stepped upon a cardboard box, crushed flat. I...

[blue-the-stars]

Elastic Potential

I feel I’m on                                        the verge of the cutting-edge                                              of something. 

Ceilings rotate                            on multiple axes like north-south pole                           magnetic attraction

like left-right brain like a spit                     jutting out of my temples. Poetry is spun to be                   ambiguous but not impossible not quivering in                    fragments in    between lips.

Acupuncture with                   arrows words is not supposed to be                                    sacrificial

[mtntre3]

9:57 PM

Would you rather be

trapped inside your own existence

thinking only in your head,

the empty spaces filed with nothingness of meaning

A constant reverence of the word I

Repeating over and over

I, I, I once did and never have done again

Or you could,

take a journey

Not with me, but without yourself

Sacrifice the burned plant of the sweet solstice

to enter, although I must warn you-

There is no exit 

from an open mind;

as knowledge will claw at your heartstrings and 

BURST open the gates of your soul

in it's longing for 

evermore...

the journey with no destination.