I just want to be naked and dance in the sun then collapse in a long grassy wildflower meadow and nap all afternoon
Julia Butterfly Hill lived in a 180 ft tall, roughly 1500 year old California Redwood tree for 738 days between December 10, 1997 and December 18, 1999. Hill lived in the tree, affectionately known as “Luna,” to prevent Pacific Lumber Company loggers from cutting it down.she wrote a book about her time in the tree its really crazy at one point shes sobbing and she hugs the tree and the tree starts like pouring sap!! and it wasnt the time of year it would do that or anything
whoever wrote this line needs to receive a medal
I will reblog this until my fingers bleed
She is not “my girl.”
She belongs to herself. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.
How much more blessed can I be?” —Avraham Chaim, Thoughts after The Alchemist (via shayeofodile)
Just before nightfall I decided to take a walk outside. The sky was low, enveloping any object in its reach. It formed a dull, purplish haze - like nothing I’d seen before. The streets were empty. Not a single soul was out. It was oddly peaceful - imagining I was the only one left.
I guess when I was a teenager I just imagined people in their 20’s as adults with real jobs, having their shit together, doing adult things and I look around and think, yeah that’s not at all what it’s like. We’re all just a bunch of lost souls.