““She took my heart, I think she took my soul””
— Kings of Leon - Closer
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The demons under my bed are still afraid of those inside my head.
anonymous (via wolfsurplus)
Go to sleep. Give up your body heat, your beating heart. Then, trust.
Mary Oliver, from “I Ask Percy How I Should Live My Life,” wr. c. 2008
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The summer after I finished school I set off into the mountains of North Carolina to build a log cabin, armed with a few books, and hand tools, but no experiance or skills. I set up my tent and expected it to take six weeks to build. Six months later I still hadn’t finished the chimney or started the roof. But this is what it looked like on a misty November morning a few years later.
I lived here for about eight years, and owned it for about fifteen years after I built it in 1976 with local fieldstone and oak logs I cut, peeled and notched on the site, working alone with hand tools. It had no plumbing, I carried water from a nearby spring, and I heated it in winter with about half a cord of wood a week which I cut and burned in the open fireplace. Eventually I moved into Asheville and had to sell it, but it was a large part of my life, and I miss it more with each passing year.
Sometimes when I see a porn post on my dash I think about how that not long ago this woman who’s body I’m admiring was a dads little princess and that maybe he’s sad now and maybe she’s sad too. Then I scroll on past and try to not think about that stuff because I don’t know what else to do.
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