#green trails

[env0writes]

A Gust of Wind Vol.3, 8.24.23 “The Storm Will Wash me Down The Trail"

Lay me in glass clippings Fallen leaves, and other discarded piles Let me find rest on laundry stacks unfolded Bury in my blankets, hand-me-downs, downy Rubbed raw, thin from love There is warmth in memory too Find me in the fields out past the back door There is rain in the distance tapping Not yet ready for these greener shores Winding tar-packed roots Guide from stack to stack For when the storm comes over head In prayer, I’m in the yard In heart and mind, well bled To body, rest, unharmed

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[sodapop--stims]

Little Fawns 🌲🦌🍂

Please credit if you use my gifs!

[orofeaiel]

Trail near Dogwood Lake

[robemmy]

[nikswonderland]

ig: licciyoc

[lionfloss]

by バローズ

[yorksnapshots]

From both sides.

[virtuallyinsane]

Image by Myléne

[kairithemang0]

Whatever gender Joey Richter is is the gender I require

[ch4ngeme]

[moss-777]

[kristo-flowers]

Forest trails. Vinderhoutse Bossen, Ghent, Belgium

[orofeaiel]

Green Mountain

[robemmy]

[nostalgicfun]

This is probably Too Niche, but to the vivid dreamers out there: do you ever get nostalgic for a place from your dreams that isn't real? I have recurring locations in my dreams that just. don't exist. And I find myself thinking about them or having "memories" about them even though they don't exist and never have. But they're real in my heart even though I'll never go there.

(tell me about these places in the tags, I'm so curious)

[lionfloss]

by Evan Payne