climbthetree

okay.
everything asks for a title.
climbthetree it is.
every now and then i think
we all need to climb a tree.
i mean actually climb one.
find one thats sturdy enough of course.
reach for the top.

Life becomes so much fun when you don’t want anything from anyone. You just want to do your thing and see other people do their’s without getting in their way. I have never in nature seen a dog eat a dog. A dog will eat it’s own vomit before it turns to that. Compete with yourself and build others up, it’s like cocaine for your good vibes.

Stimie

good grief this.

(via awelltraveledwoman)

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escapedgoat:

jayheartless:

When I was 15, and still pretty new to Canada and English terms, my boyfriend at the time told me he liked wife beaters, I side eyed him so hard & called him out on it, while he reassured me it was simply the name of the shirt. 

I’m glad I wasn’t the only one who noticed how fucked up the term is. 

I’ve always hated that shit. I grew up calling them tank tops or undershirts and will continue to do so

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We can’t jump off bridges anymore because our iPhones will get ruined. We can’t take skinny dips in the ocean, because there’s no service on the beach and adventures aren’t real unless they’re on Instagram. Technology has doomed the spontaneity of adventure and we’re helping destroy it every time we Google, check-in, and hashtag.

—Jeremy Glass, We Can’t Get Lost Anymore  (via themilkywhiteway)

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