Wood - Tumblr Posts
“The red beanie guy in the forest”
second pic
photo by @alice-apsx
L'attente. #cabin #inthewoods #blancoynegro #blackandwhite #wood #camping #young #free #garañon
Exterior - Rustic Exterior Mid-sized rustic brown two-story wood exterior home idea with a shed roof
Seattle Porch Side Yard An example of a large contemporary concrete side porch design.
Poolhouse Poolhouse
Example of a large trendy backyard stone and rectangular lap pool house design
Library Living Room in Denver Example of a large trendy open concept dark wood floor and brown floor living room library design with white walls, a ribbon fireplace, a stone fireplace and no tv
Traditional Living Room - Living Room
Example of a large, traditional living room with a bar, a stone fireplace, a regular fireplace, and a wall-mounted television.
Modern Landscape - Concrete Pavers
Design ideas for a large modern backyard concrete paver garden path.
Boston Victorian Exterior
Idea for a large, three-story Victorian home made of wood with a hip roof and a roof made of a variety of materials.
Enclosed - Dining Room
Mid-sized elegant dark wood floor and brown floor enclosed dining room photo with white walls and no fireplace
Pinewood
Archive #22 | copyright to saturnfairycat
Author's note: short one this one, but hope you enjoy!
Pinewood
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We are nothing at all.
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...
But,
I would still answer your call, Even if it was in the middle of the night, 10 past five in the morning, And you're in trouble.
I would drop the world that I cup in my hands to save you from the dark. But when I'm alone and it gets cold, And I asked you for matches, You don't even lend me one.
You say that my cheeks are red so I must be warm, But I'm sick of bleeding to stain their appearance.
If I was the last tree standing in a snowy embrace of forever winter, Would you still chop me down even if I provided you with shelter?
You're cold, you complain; I'm tired, I don't say.
Even as a strong tree, I will never get to see the day where my leaves welt, and my trunk's spirals are too many to count. For my roots will stay clinging to the soil,
While my branches' ashes are coughed out
From your lungs into the cold,
Still air.
