The Honey Pot
"Ordinarily I go to the woods alone, with not a single
friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore
unsuitable.

I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds
or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of
praying, as you no doubt have yours.

Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible, I can sit
on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds,
until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost
unhearable sound of the roses singing.

If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love
you very much."
Mary Oliver, “How I Go to the Woods” (via dodsrike)

(Source: hiddenshores, via womaninterrupted)

imexperiencednotbitter:

assbodacious:

God damn

Damn I need this right now

imexperiencednotbitter:

assbodacious:

God damn

Damn I need this right now

(via eebees)

thecount:

slavicinferno:

Something I need to try!

porn.

(via thetalkinghead)

congratulations on your buns

congratulations on your buns

(via eebees)

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(via closeskies)

section9:

Tonight’s dinner: Chicken and waffles with maple syrup.
Or, as radiantmeatball put it, I really am kinda southern.
I also made kale, but who cares about that?
Things that you can’t see, blues playing in the background and my buzz.

section9:

Tonight’s dinner: Chicken and waffles with maple syrup.

Or, as radiantmeatball put it, I really am kinda southern.

I also made kale, but who cares about that?

Things that you can’t see, blues playing in the background and my buzz.