#treehouse bed

[cattownshend]

Children in Seattle Small rustic children's room design with a medium-tone wood floor and green walls

[ghostowlattic]

cozy nowhere

[inspiredlivingspaces]

IG handmade.idei

[creativehabbit]

[dreemurr-skelememer]

Am I allowed to offer headpats to Hawthorn Ink?

Sorry if I'm bothering you btw -w-""

[bed-wed-behead-your-fave]

Merlin from The Magic Tree House

[justcozybeds]

[kissingwookiees]

yes i did scrap yet another camp to build and entirely new one in the mire for the sole purpose of building around this idea i had for a bed

[ronswansonquotes]

Bedroom in New York

[badlydrawnjoshua]

The only reason why a sigma male like me doesn’t have a partner yet its because I am too focused on being cool and awesome and great to put attention on another person

[doomdoomofdoom]

I think a lot about that poem, that one about the way men love by Ada Limón, and the stories that get told in response to it. About gestures, both grand and small, sometimes kept private or shared with the world.

It'd be easy to derail it by talking about stereotypes, bioessentialism, and the ways talking about "male socialization" can be problematic.

But I don't think that's what it's about, not at all.

If you were raised to be a man, denied access and expression of your emotions, shamed for any bit of tenderness you showed, even to and by those closest to you - but the feeling persisted, the ache of caring and loving had nowhere to go.

If you're not allowed to speak your feelings into the world, you must put them elsewhere. Often, you will create something, as building is a respectable task for a man to do: A treehouse for your children, a rose welded from metal so it will never die, a display for flowerpots. You solve problems for your loved ones, you observe what pains them, but unable to console them you vow to abolish the pain itself. You pursue a skill, a career even, that will rid the world - or at least your world - of this pain: Inventing solutions, memorizing plane crashes, giving blood, learning to make shoes.

Your feelings go unspoken, but they never go unfelt. You feel them every day, and with every act you undertake, and so you fill them with your love and care, putting it out in the world.

If the world listens, if it pays attention, it can tell. I can tell.

I love the way men love.

[ghostowlattic]

sunday morning

[libertarianproblems]

Treehouse Loft Bed, Fall City, Washington

[uwgaragestudios]

Treehouse Loft Bed, Fall City, Washington

[hylasims]

Treehouse Loft Bed, Fall City, Washington

[mattespinosaa]

Treehouse Loft Bed, Fall City, Washington