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An ant crosses your carpet. A spider weaves a pattern older than mammals beneath your stairs. Just nod, breathe, and think, “Good. It’s all still here. The forest, the mountains, the desert. At home in my home.” The sterile white box is the stranger. Not the ant. Not the spider.

Jarod K. Anderson, Field Guide to the Haunted Forest

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Cedar Pattern.

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writing isn’t hard it’s just emotionally devastating and time-consuming and requires full body possession by an idea

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i think it's fucked up that there are plants that decided they wanted to eat meat

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if you hug a tree for long enough eventually it will hug you back

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MY NEIGHBOR TOTORO + SUNSETS 1988 | dir. Hayao Miyazaki

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giant redwood trees really are so cool, they just have something incredibly special going on. it's hard to describe if you haven't seen them

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Sign of spring (Detail)   -   Kaii Higashiyama

Japanese, 1908-1999

Woodcut , 30.6 x 42.2 cm.   12.05 x 16.61 in.

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writing is so funny because i could write nonstop for 9hrs and then hit a block where im like "how do i transition between this moment and the next?" and then i just dont touch it for 6 months

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heart shaped forget-me-nots

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excuse you, i'm doomed by the narrative? then why do i have this kickass sword. u sound jealous and ridiculous rn

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head empty only thoughts of mossy forest

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Instructions for a walk in the woods

Never turn around to check behind you. You’ll see nothing, but once you start doing it you won’t be able to stop, and an ominous feeling will follow you until you don’t lock your house’s door behind you. 

If you stand very still and listen you will hear the woods calling for you. Don’t answer. Never answer. 

You’ll hear things quietly following you, hidden in the trees by your sides. It’s okay, they’re just checking on you. 

Don’t be scared, but be really, really wary.

If you have a bad feeling about taking a certain path, don’t. You’ll avoid whatever is waiting for you at the end of it. 

You never know what may be buried under the soil you’re walking on. Remember that every time you take a step. Pray that whatever it is, it won’t wake up. 

Be careful not to step on any beetle, or you’ll never get rid of them. 

If you bring a knife with you, name it. Otherwise the blade will turn against you as soon as you try to use it. 

Make sure you remember the way back home. As soon as you get lost, you’re just another piece of fresh meat.

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writing is 10% storytelling and 90% rearranging three sentences for an hour like you're trying to solve an ancient curse

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Mosab Abu Toha, from Forest of Noise: Poems; "No Art"

[Text ID: "You know everything will come to an end: / the sugar, the tea, the dried sage, the water. / Even your shadow will abandon you / when there is no light."]