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life is beautiful.


homework is a drag
Procrastinating homework is worse
Even worse is being TAD (navy talk for temporary assignment of duty) to a school on base for a class that has to do with your job
That lasts all day
But you are the only person who can do your job at work
So basically tomorrow I have school, then work as soon as I leave school to catch up on everything, then finish the homework I’m too tired to finish tonight, then go to my night English class, then go to the laundromat to do my laundry.. Like can life take a break for a second and let me catch my breath please

I want to build my own house, high in the mountains, so high that i’m frequently in and above the clouds.
I want to artistically plant different types of trees in my canvas of garden, flowers, fruit and veggies too.
I want to wake up early every morning to the music of birds, salute the morning sun and swallow the fresh mountain air.
I want to walk the forest, talk to plants, monkeys, birds, insects and trees.
I want to bathe in rivers, clouds and dirt.
I want to draw, sing, dance, read and explore all day - every day.
I want to escape from the constraints of time and clothes.
I want my love to be there with me, lost in nature, love and existence.
I want to grow old with the familiar trees.
I want my body to wither like the autumn leaves and seep into dirt.
I want my existence to leave nothing but the vibrations of love and curiosity that will bounce off nature for as long as trees stand.
I must escape this concrete jungle.
I want to be free.
I want to be free.
I want to be free.
I want to be free.
I need to be free.

But how can I escape when there’s so much to change..
Do I delve in nature’s beauty while it’s still there, or gamble my love and passion with man’s greed?

“ Pleasure to me is wonder—the unexplored, the unexpected, the thing that is hidden and the changeless thing that lurks behind superficial mutability. To trace the remote in the immediate; the eternal in the ephemeral; the past in the present; the infinite in the finite; these are to me the springs of delight and beauty. ”

—    H.P. Lovecraft (via sublimesea)

(Source: fables-of-the-reconstruction, via sunflower-mama)

“ I breathe easier
with the weight of your body
lying on my chest. ”

—    (via le-temo-ala-vida)

(Source:, via oursecretsareout)


I can’t explain to you how bad I want this.

(via sonofthelandlockedmariner)


the lack of cuddling i am experiencing right now is upsetting 

(via thejasonhowell)

“ I’m not sure what I’ll do, but— well, I want to go places and see people. I want my mind to grow. I want to live where things happen on a big scale. ”

—    F. Scott Fitzgerald  (via senyahearts)

(Source: petrichour, via quixioticzingara)

"We all bleed blood" is my favorite excuse. It is spoken by people who do not know what it means to be in the palm of Goliath. Our bodies are used as props and shields, but our tongues are silenced, stuffed and swallowed. They rest in the bellies of people who do not know what it means to be at war.

You see me, but you refuse to listen to the caged bird. You refuse to hear my scream, but when I roar, suddenly I am the boy who cried wolf. I am dangerous. I am a liar.

When our bodies shatter and the blood is spilled on the pavement, where is our national moment of silence? Where is our page in the history book? What about our holiday? Our monument? Our song? How do you erase a body with stories.

We are at war, but you can’t hear us. You seem to only see us when the bullets do.

—    “Invisible Stories,” n.a  (via sailingaugust)

(via sailingaugust)

so breathtakingly lovely. 🌲🌊 #diablo#afterlight#weekendliving#pnw (at Diablo Lake)