Hun on the run

"I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams."

m-orbidden:

Wolves get a bad rap in folklore, but Jim and Jamie Dutcher spent six years (1990-1996) living among them to prove wolves aren’t big bad guys. Living without electricity, running water, radio or phones, based on a yurt near Idaho’s Sawtooth wilderness (which sees 5-6 feet of snow in winter), the couple socialized with a pack from the time they were pups, getting an unprecedented look at the pack’s day-to-day life. “We formed a deep relationship … it was the kind of unshakable trust that wolves usually share only with their own pack, a bond that would last a lifetime.”

(via laszlotastic)

They’re tearing up holes in the house. They’re tearing their claws in the ground. They’re staring with blood in their mouths. Mama, they won’t let me out.

They’re tearing up holes in the house.
They’re tearing their claws in the ground.
They’re staring with blood in their mouths.
Mama, they won’t let me out.

They’re tearing up holes in the house.
They’re tearing their claws in the ground.
They’re staring with blood in their mouths.
Mama, they won’t let me out.

Their faces all snowy and white, bury their paws in the stone, make for my heart as their home.

Their faces all snowy and white,
bury their paws in the stone,
make for my heart as their home.

Mama, there’s wolves in the house.
Mama, they won’t let me out.

Look at the pattern on my new panties! I stood in the underwear section for about fifteen minutes completely confused about sizes and what I even like. Then I saw this and decided that whatever deal it was in I was getting this brand.

Look at the pattern on my new panties! I stood in the underwear section for about fifteen minutes completely confused about sizes and what I even like. Then I saw this and decided that whatever deal it was in I was getting this brand.

If you call one wolf, you invite the whole pack.

If you call one wolf, you invite the whole pack.

I want to get lost.

I miss Alaska. I miss being alone in the way that I would walk into the woods and see a mama moose and her babies. I miss being completely frightened by that mama moose and her babies and running away. She was just protecting her babes, so I understand.

I do not have friends near me who would go on outdoor adventures with me. I do not have a car to get into and go on a road trip. There are no mountains in Florida. I have no bearded mountain guide. There is no pack of wolves near by to join and howl with.

I feel stiff and still.

If I have two sons named Wolfgang and Wulfric and I call them my pack of wild beasts does that make me a wild woman?

They’re tearing up holes in the house.
They’re tearing their claws in the ground.
They’re staring with blood in their mouths.
Mama, they won’t let me out.

I miss you so so so so much.

(Source: travelingnymph)