April 2012
155 posts
I really want to drive across the US this summer to California, which has been a dream of mine since I was a wee one, but I can’t find anyone willing to do this with me and I am scared that doing it alone will turn my life into the plot of Wendy and Lucy, which I found an utterly depressing movie (even though I enjoyed it).
March 2012
127 posts
“Depression is humiliating. It turns intelligent, kind people into zombies who...”
– (via general-grievous)
Yes. Yes. Yes. “Compassion is also real.”
littlewillowcabin:
My home, on the old Milk Lake, where the darkness does fall so fast, it feels like some kind of mistake (just like they told you it would; just like the Tulgeywood). When I came into my land, I did not understand: neither dry rot, nor the burn pile, nor the bark-beetle, nor the dry well, nor the black bear.
1 tag
I caved and started seeking inner peace via free yoga videos on youtube. Mostly I just feel as though I’m flailing, but I’m sure harmony and mental clarity are not far behind. On an unrelated note, I seem to have donated my gold sequined tap shorts to charity and am left with a deep and resounding whhhhhhhhhhhhhhhyyyyyyyyyy in place where my heart lives.
Making a Career in School Gardens →
yes please.
1 tag
In a perfect world, I would have a friend or group of friends whose sole purpose it was to come over to my house late at night when I can’t sleep and bake cookies with me while drinking beer and discussing topics such as seed sowing, wild edibles, our collections, empowering stuffs, and the brilliance of the stop motion animated series based on the Wind in the Willows. This is the only...
2 tags
9 tags
body shaming and nutritional fads can go away forever and ever, thankyouverymuch.
take them.
i will stand up for this body because it houses me. it is mine.
and, guarantee, whatever it looks like to you* is only because of decisions I make.
i promise myself that.
* important note: not for you
2 tags
Watchpermanentsmile:
Bill Callahan - Heaven Help The Child
don't ever apologize for posting pictures of...
fill your blog with your own face
show off your arms, thighs, ass, shoulders
make pages and pages of your own teeth and hair
dedicate space to loving the cracks in your lips and the chewed parts of your fingers
and if you are called vain, then you have succeeded
in getting others to notice
how fucking beautiful and important you are
“Trust yourself as a writer. Let your creativity tell you what to do. Allow it to...”
– Jeanette Winterson (via redheadbouquet)
1 tag
I wish we could just stop prefacing every food we eat with ~*vegan*~.
“Love. Fall in love and stay in love. Write only what you love, and love what you...”
– Ray Bradbury (via paleviolet)
3 tags
1 tag
I just changed the sheets on my bed, trading warm winter flannels for the coolness of summer cotton. My favourite sheets are the ones worn so thin that making up the bed feels like wrapping a delicate gift in tissue- faded, pink and golden-hued tissue with the faint memories of blossoms cast pale along their folds. At night, after all the day has gone, I fall into my threadbare garden, dappled in...
2 tags
The internet blows my mind consistently.
Gardens make my heart go all funny inside my chest.
Sometimes I need to remind myself, in a culture that continually tells me I am not doing enough to “control”, reshape and generally battle my body, that I am doing a good job, that I am healthy, that my internal organs are getting me through each day, that my daily walks keep me active and calm my mind and that I make the choices that I make regarding food for valid reasons.
Today I stumbled upon a massive source of wild leeks and now I am just beside myself with wild leek induced enthusiasm.
I cannot handle hurt feelings AT ALL. They eat me alive.
Expanding my herb garden this year. What should I plant?
1 tag
