“If you don’t like where you are, move on. You are not a tree.”
— Unknown (via thatkindofwoman)

(via thatkindofwoman)

Q

Anonymous asked:

What do you live for?

A

thegreatnorthwest:

Have you ever had that feeling of the wind blowing slightly behind you when you’re climbing a hard route, and you’re focused so much on your body and the rock?

 Or that feeling of dirt all over you, because you’ve been playing outside for the day?

 Have you ever stood in the middle of a snow-covered forest, and listened to the melting snow fall of branches?

Have you ever traveled to a new culture or land and discovered the simplicity and humanity around you, and been pleasantly surprised?

Have you had those moments where you are talking to someone, I mean really talking to someone, and they know themselves so well, that they are just showering their soul out to you. Maybe you two are sitting on a canyon’s edge, or resting after a long hike, or even sitting on a balcony in the middle of a city. Wherever your heaven may be, but it’s just you two for a few seconds.

 I live for sitting around a campfire, (I would say in the mountains, but any campfire would do), with some friends or family and laughing about all the stupid shit life throws at us. Or even being silent and enjoying the stars and company.

Those are the moments I live for, not just surviving, but living. 

(And the occasional good beer)

You’ll Never Leave Harlan Alive

Feeling motivated. Developing the line. 

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Hi Friday

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This is what a perfect afternoon looks like.