i climbed a tree to see the world

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“I don’t see color” is saying “I judge everybody by my lens and white culture, I judge everybody based on how they conform to white ideals”. That’s pretty…. racist. You should see color, you should see that people come from different backgrounds and have lived in a world that treats them differently. You should understand that your culture isn’t more important than other people’s culture. And you definitely shouldn’t ever judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree. All people deserve the same respect for their heritage and background.

Tomi Lahren, you are truly one of a kind, and not in a particularly favorable light. You have compared the BLM movement to the KKK yet your Preacher Man rhetoric is very much of a Neo-Nazi Bible Thumper. Question: Do you see genocide, mass murder, a diaspora, a permanent displacement of home and country, an ethnic cleanse, political asylum, an aberration of freedoms to choose our religion, speech, pathology, and the way we think and the way we feel? If so, do tell because what I see is a narrow-minded privilege to the Aryan culture you were born with and a flagrant disregard to the other sides of life where hair extensions, fake lashes, and lip dermal collagen is not an everyday trip to the Cut-Copy-and-Paste Dr. Plastic. People all around us in America have the freedom to protest because we were dubbed inferior to the likes of you. Worst, there are people in disparaging harrowing acts of magnanimous sorrow, where the worlds are crashing beneath their feet and they are being labeled as terrorists when all they want is a refuge to make another place called home. You’re just a teeny-bobber airhead who presides in her laps of luxury as a chosen one when in reality, people like me feel sorry for people like you. Because of the color of my skin, I am presumably subservient to your “entity.” And we laugh at you because you don’t have the brain to buy a clue that you’re a sheep, being used like a Hermes bag that is so last season. You got your degree from Tump University and you have done absolutely nothing in life except to pander to the psycho right wing crap to conservative baby boomers who haven’t had an erection since the Reagan Administration.   Good job being a common-law Reaganomics whore.— Jennifer Brigitte

I want to be a child again! I want to spend all day climbing trees and playing games outside with the only time I come inside is when my parents call me in for dinner. I want to be 12 years old with the flashlight under my blanket reading a book. I want the excitement of going to school camp and eating lollies in the cabin with my friends. I want the magic of seeing the world through the eyes of a child.

The lure of the mountains becomes irresistible. Seared by the everlasting sunfire, I want to see running water again, embrace a pine tree, cut my initials in the bark of an aspen, get lost in the firs, hike above timberline, sunbathe on snow and eat some ice, climb the rocks and stand in the wind at the top of the world.
—  Edward Abbey, Desert Solitaire
I Lit a House on Fire (Just to See a Painted Sky) CH1.

Hi. Okay, I know it’s been a while since I posted the preview of this and the whole ‘coming soon’ thing wasn’t very ‘soon’. But the idea got lost in my head and I wasn’t all that sure where I was going to go with it (then I remembered I plan nothing and went with my usual, fuck it, we’ll see what happens approach. So yeah, let me know what you think, if you want me to keep going with it etc. Without further ado, here we go again.  

Lydia Martin was eighteen years old and a little bit alone in the world. So she looked to the stars and remembered their names, climbed hilltops and left hand scrawled memories on tree trunks. She wished for bigger cities, prettier skies and an ocean that could take her away.

Stiles Stilinski was nineteen years old and had discovered when he was young that he liked his roof better than his bed. He tore through town in an old, beaten car that might have been someone else’s and he read about myths and legends when the sun went down.

And this is what they did when the world wasn’t looking.

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In my youth, and even to this day, I have loved climbing trees. It seemed so simple but was yet so deep, meaningful, and enjoyable. To reach and struggle for each of the next branches, till you had finally reached the heights you wished to achieve. Then to finally look out and see how much bigger the world appeared just from reaching out to a few long branches.
—  an INFP
Why did we ever stop climbing tree's?!

- Its fun

- Its calming

-Soothing

- Its a challenge

- It lets us see the world from a different perspective

- And most importantly it keeps the child in us alive


Oh wait Thats right I never stopped. Yes that is a full grown man you see chilling in a tree. Never loose the child within you.

I want to run away. I have never had such an urge to walk among the mountains, to be completely submerged in the woods, to sit among the trees and simply take it all in. I want to feel small. I want to feel peace. I want to hear the birds sing, take in the silence, listen to the river flowing. I want to climb a mountain. But not to be seen. No pictures on facebook. I am looking for something. I want to see. I need to climb a mountain. I need to stand on top of the world, so I can be brought back down to the bottom.
—  Thoughts of a college student at 2am 
Biology says that we are all made of stardust.
That we are the cosmos, that the strange infinity of space is the same thing that rests beneath our skin. But you, you are made of nothing but this Earth. You spring from the history we have left behind. A reminder of what once was. Of how we all used to be birthed from Earth and that one day we will return to it. Your eyes see more than what is out in the wide vastness of space, your eyes see deep within what we already know. They see the trees we used to climb, the leaves we used to play in, our ancestors we used to be. Your hands are not protected. They have touched the world and the world has touched them back. You are the beauty within all of us, that we will never get to see.
—  An excerpt from a book I’ll never write
Sam’s Timestamp: 1996

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Note: Zeke= Ezekiel/Gadreel, also, Dean is the best person in the world and I love him with all of my heart. 

14 years old- Sam’s in 8th grade, Y/N’s in 7th

Originally posted by ellen-reincarnated1967

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There is a house built out of stone
Wooden floors, walls and window sills
Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust
This is a place where I don’t feel alone
This is a place where I feel at home.


And I built a home
for you
for me


Until it disappeared
from me
from you


And now, it’s time to leave and turn to dust..

Out in the garden where we planted the seeds
There is a tree as old as me
Branches were sewn by the color of green
Ground had arose and passed its knees

By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top
I climbed the tree to see the world
When the gusts came around to blow me down
Held on as tightly as you held on me

Held on as tightly as you held on me……

And I built a home
for you
for me


Until it disappeared
from me
from you


And now, it’s time to leave and turn to dust.…….

Because i don’t want to come home with nobody apart from myself, i don’t want an empty bed or silence when I fall asleep. I want to hear your breath on my neck and your warmth surrounding me. I want to feel ur hand rap around the beating heart of my soul and I don’t want you to let go. I want to turn around in the middle of the night and see you peacefully slip into deep sleep. I want to hold you like a puzzle piece in my arms and legs and never take us apart, please . I want us to be like those flowers that grow in the strangest of places and nobody dares to touch because they are too beautiful to pick . And I want us to grow like the trees , untwining our branches more and more each day. I want to leave my bedroom door open. I want to wake up to the sound of you climbing into bed with me. I want to turn every light in this world on because your too beautiful not to see. I want to be like planets that orbit around each other by the force of sheer gravity and love. I want to be pages of a dairy, I want to be read but not left like one. I want to be tucked under pillow, a part of ur life you’ll never forget.

If I could only not be sitting here in this dark room.

If I could just be drinking in the neon lights of a mismatched city,
where the ghosts are made by us and our bodies
lift to the sky with reaching hands wondering if we would ever
touch the stars.

If I could only not feel as flat as the screen in front of me,
as lonely as the clouds full of rain
despite having each other as company.

I want to stop imagining things with my earbuds on,
I want to climb to the top of a tree and see a world
that looks so much larger from the ground.

We are all just wandering, making a path in the grass,
marking our crossing in this place as if it mattered.

I know I might not matter today, or tomorrow,
but at least I want to feel that I do.

—  The nights when I write are the worst / e.a

elisabeth das musical starters part one

  • ❝ what good is this interrogation? i’m dead! ❞
  • ❝ why did you murder the empress? ❞
  • ❝ they wanted to die! i just helped them out. ❞
  • ❝ no one is as proud as you. ❞
  • ❝ they despised you. ❞
  • ❝ we are doomed to die. ❞
  • ❝ i take what is mine to take : young & old. ❞
  • ❝ you dodge the question. you speak of fairy tales! ❞
  • ❝ our family is visiting & it’s the worst. i rather deal with the plague than see them. ❞
  • ❝ i wish i could escape. ❞
  • ❝ tell me why i can’t go with you. ❞
  • ❝ everything you love, i love even more. ❞
  • ❝ i want to be like you. ❞
  • ❝ life is too short to be bored for even an hour. ❞
  • ❝ why can’t i climb that tree? ❞
  • ❝ your sister is being groomed to be empress. ❞
  • ❝ i have such glorious news that when you hear it, you shall wish you were in my shoes. ❞
  • ❝ why are you so smug? ❞
  • ❝ our family is rising in this world. ❞
  • ❝ how shameful! ❞
  • ❝ come down at once! ❞
  • ❝ don’t distract them or they will fall! ❞
  • ❝ why can’t you stay here with me? ❞
  • ❝ i feel so safe and sheltered in your arms. ❞
  • ❝ & i felt a sudden yearning to break free from all that i have known. ❞
  • ❝ proud & alone. ❞
  • ❝ what magic is this? ❞
  • ❝ there is no darkness without light, no rising without falling, no ecstasy without torment. ❞
  • ❝ the world decays with every moment. ❞
  • ❝ distant stars burn so sweetly. ❞
  • ❝ i am drowning in your eyes. ❞
  • ❝ i can’t fight this strange desire, this yearning. ❞
  • ❝ you don’t frighten me. you never will. ❞
  • ❝ only you can set me free. ❞
  • ❝ let me stay by your side forever. ❞
  • ❝ i want to feel your warmth surround me. ❞
  • ❝ i want you to want me too with all of your heart. ❞
  • ❝ i will wait. ❞
  • ❝ no waking without sleep. no reunion sans adieu. ❞

when i was a kid there was this
tree i used to climb that overlooked a lake
and when i would fall in i would laugh
and roll up my jeans and they
would be soaking the entire walk back
to the car and on the journey home
and until i peeled them off in the bathtub.

but i would always go back to the tree
until i got better at walking further in
and not dipping my entire body into the water
by accident and when i made it back i would
smile and walk along the path a little ways
and tell the ducks they looked good
as they floated on the surface of a
luminescent wave.

when i was a kid i climbed every tree i
found even if i ended up with scraped knees —
i just wanted to see the sun go down
and i just wanted that photograph and i
just wanted to see the world from a little higher
up than i was used to. i always wondered
if things would look better between a canopy
of leaves and branches and the way the
sun seemed to pour down brighter rays.

i’m a kid who climbs trees on weekdays
and i look down from the highest point i can get
to and maybe i’m just a kid with a
tendency to climb until i fall and to risk
everything just to get a better view but from up here

the world really does look a little brighter.

—  just a kid // r.e.s
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So @surana17 came up with this brilliant idea - that the DollFrasers should participate in the #gold walks taking place this weekend for World Child Cancer awareness and fundraising.

So after a wee bit of sewing yesterday, making the dolls their very own T-shirts for the cause, I set out with Sindy Claire and DDPJamie on a 4km walk this afternoon which took in the beautiful countryside in and around our very own village.

Very much enjoyed seeing the view from our part of the Lincoln Edge, the ridge of limestone/ ironstone that runs for miles north/south down Lincolnshire’s border with Nottinghamshire, the many hay bales in the fields, the hedgerows laden with blackberries and the spectacular shadows made by the tree lined avenue as we (slowly) climbed back up the hill towards home.

What a fabulous idea this was @apricotblues

And obviously I have made a donation on the DollFrasers behalf to World Child Cancer itself.

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my forest 

the first time i explored it was on a very bad day. i went on a walk searching for an escape, and in an attempt to avoid people i abandoned the regular walking path. i walked and walked through the forest and up the hill, higher and higher until i was as far away from the world as possible. my journey stopped abruptly when the ground was cut by a big cliff beneath me, blocking my path. it was getting stormy and the clouds were getting thicker but i wanted to see what was beyond the trees blocking my view. i found a nice tall tree with soft pines and climbed it to the top, until i was dangerously high up.

the view changed to a horizon of trees, an endless forest spreading in front of me. i could see everything. behind me was my insignificant little suburban town with it’s tiny cars and in front of me were endless, endless trees. it was so beautiful and i just sat high up in that tree, swaying with the wind, letting the sadness and anger wear off me. 

now i return to that tree every time i can. it’s even more beautiful on sunny days, a comforting silent isolation that makes all the problems in life seem petty and insignificant

vimeo

Cue homesickness. 

when i was a kid there was this
tree i used to climb that overlooked a lake
and when i would fall in i would laugh
and roll up my jeans and they
would be soaking the entire walk back
to the car and on the journey home
and until i peeled them off in the bathtub.

but i would always go back to the tree
until i got better at walking further in
and not dipping my entire body into the water
by accident and when i made it back i would
smile and walk along the path a little ways
and tell the ducks they looked good
as they floated on the surface of a
luminescent wave.

when i was a kid i climbed every tree i
found even if i ended up with scraped knees —
i just wanted to see the sun go down
and i just wanted that photograph and i
just wanted to see the world from a little higher
up than i was used to. i always wondered
if things would look better between a canopy
of leaves and branches and the way the
sun seemed to pour down brighter rays.

i’m a kid who climbs trees on weekdays
and i look down from the highest point i can get
to and maybe i’m just a kid with a
tendency to climb until i fall and to risk
everything just to get a better view but from up here
the world really does look a little brighter.

—  just a kid /// r.e.s

A Painted World.

You have been crowned a beauty queen,
a trail of tears on you face, so real,
painted smile’s upon your painted lips,
and paint that hides the hurt you feel.

You are living in a painted world,
and no one sees beyond your veil,
flashing lights and the catwalk walks,
and luxurious yachts for you to sail.

I knew you when the world was ours,
with bleeding hands and scabby knees,
we’ed run and play for hours and hours,
no wall too tall, no unclimbed trees.

And now it’s just your heart that bleeds,
on TV I can seen your pain,
how I wish that I could bring you home,
to run and climb our trees again. 

Ambrose Harte
Scattered Thoughts