pine needles are everywhere. especially in linden oaks, a military neighborhood where our church is about 15 minutes from our house on fort bragg. pine needles can make quite a mess in your yard.
pine makes me think of the smell pine brings. Its a fresh earthy smell that could light up any room. I tend to also agree that it makes me think of christmas and christmas pine trees too.
I’ve always loved the smell of pine tress, then I moved to washington. Everything smells like pine trees. I’m like, “what the fuck?” On my birthday we were all smoking some weed, and even that shit smelt like pine! There is a limit.
I’ve always loved the smell of pine tress, then I moved to washington. Everything smells like pine trees. I’m like, “what the fuck?” On my birthday we were all smoking some weed, and even that shit smelt like pine! There is a limit.
A pine tree far far away sways in the breeze. The breeze kicks it, bites it, but the tree persists. It never falters, never changes. It’s the best of trees, the Jesus example among them. Pe proud pine tree. Be proud. You’re an example to us all. To us all.
it’s christmas time! families gather together to celebrate the most important event in a year. every family builds christmas trees made from pine trees.
The pine trees smelled wonderful as i stepped dwn from my truck into the vast forest space that spanded in front of me. I was so excited–the smell was wonderful and brought back such great memories from family acatins in the mountains. I always cherished those times; the fishing, and the camping tents were always so much fun.
a small pine tree exists at the end of this drive. the smell of it perfumes the whole house. the smell reminds her or remorse, regret for the things passed on that square if only she could change them to what they should be.
She stood there in front of the glassy surface, staring at the place where the only one she had ever loved had disappeared and where she could not follow. She knew he’d be back. She wouldn’t be like some women whose lovers went to the Ka’Rai to battle the planars and keep them from the portals, but she would keep vigil.
it’s that feeling in your chest, an awareness of the hollow capacity of your ribcage, and it spread throughout your skeleton like shadows on the floor of a pine forest: deep and dark and three feet thick.
My favourite tree is a pine, we have them at hristmas an hang shit off them, kinda looks weird when you’re sat in your living room with a tree, i mean think about it, its totally unnatural, think about it. Anyway it smells good. Prickly though.
Driving along those winding roads, the glorious ferns, hillsides yellow with privet, then the endless radiata forests, row after row, never more at home, reaching to touch this strange southern sky
it is so difficult to once again imagine myself back there. there was no thing better than this summer. the scent curling around you, sitting among the trees, so much physical activity it can be exhausting but full of so much joy. there is no one i love more than them. there is no place i love more than there.
i miss pine needles. life is nothing without them, without the sticky scent and the peeling off of your feet. the smell of lakes. living among the trees. leaving was impossible; why am i so hesitant to admit to the rest of the world that i miss being there with them? there was nothing more wonderful than that summer. there are no people i love more.
hello. i am a pine tree. i am here in protest of the christmas season and the massive slaughtering of my brothers and sisters that occurs annually in order for americans to take their fat fucking dollars out of their fat fucking wallets and throw it at thier fat fucking kids in praises of an imaginary magic jew who wasnt even born on the 25 of december
pine trees remind me of christmas for some reason. pine. pine cones. reminds me of elementary school when we would cover them with peanut butter and bird seed in hopes of some backyard wildlife. unfortunetly the ants would always get them first.
And yet I cannot get her out of my mind. I do not just want to be with her, I pine to hear her soft voice whisper three simple words, “I love you.” Never before has a person made me fell this way.
Pine tree scents are all around at this time of year. Everywhere people are cutting pine trees for Christmas decorations. Branches are used to decorate mantles and are bent into beautiful wreaths. Ornaments and lights are hung upon the trees and the scent of pine wafts through the air. Stars and angels are placed upon the tops of the trees.
“ouch! What did you do that for?”
“what do you mean Bob?”
“You hit me on the head Joe!”
“No I didn’t!”
“yeah! You did!”
Joe turns around.
…
“Ouch!”
“What is it Joe?”
“You hit me on the head!”
“No i didn’t!”
Bob and Joe kill eachother…
…
…
…..it was two pinecones that fell off a tree and hit their heads.
The smell of pine trees filled the air as we headed deeper into the mountains. I rolled my window and smelled the sweet mountain air that smelled fintly of rain and snow.
I brush back the pine tree branch and step out into the clearing. I see a figure standing not ten feet from me and yet i can’t tell what it is. I feel the soft snow beneath my bare feet and taste the chilly winter air. I close my eyes and let my heart take in the feelings around me…
Pine tree or to pine for something? As in want it really badly? I think the latter.
I pine for… very little actually. I feel very very blessed. Things I’d LIKE however include a baby niece or nephew from my sister and peace on earth. Ha ha.
the pine trees hung overhead, branches heavy and lurching from the snow. the boy scratched a den beneath an overhang until he hit the dry, browned needles from last season.
A tree or a whine…..let’s go for a tree. Standing in the forest, snow on the branches. Used annually as a Christmas tree. Chopped down. Killing the enviornment.
The everlasting scent of pines that lingers around the first frost is non-existent. What I once thought was my memory, is no longer mine, or yours. The things I used to think about can’t find space in my head to exist anymore. G’night.
Her sheets were the same color as the pine tree beneath her window. Why hasn’t he come over to cuddle? Didn’t he know that the smell of her neck would put him right into a blissful slumber?
pine needles are everywhere. especially in linden oaks, a military neighborhood where our church is about 15 minutes from our house on fort bragg. pine needles can make quite a mess in your yard.
pine makes me think of the smell pine brings. Its a fresh earthy smell that could light up any room. I tend to also agree that it makes me think of christmas and christmas pine trees too.
I’ve always loved the smell of pine tress, then I moved to washington. Everything smells like pine trees. I’m like, “what the fuck?” On my birthday we were all smoking some weed, and even that shit smelt like pine! There is a limit.
I’ve always loved the smell of pine tress, then I moved to washington. Everything smells like pine trees. I’m like, “what the fuck?” On my birthday we were all smoking some weed, and even that shit smelt like pine! There is a limit.
A pine tree far far away sways in the breeze. The breeze kicks it, bites it, but the tree persists. It never falters, never changes. It’s the best of trees, the Jesus example among them. Pe proud pine tree. Be proud. You’re an example to us all. To us all.
it’s christmas time! families gather together to celebrate the most important event in a year. every family builds christmas trees made from pine trees.
The pine trees smelled wonderful as i stepped dwn from my truck into the vast forest space that spanded in front of me. I was so excited–the smell was wonderful and brought back such great memories from family acatins in the mountains. I always cherished those times; the fishing, and the camping tents were always so much fun.
a small pine tree exists at the end of this drive. the smell of it perfumes the whole house. the smell reminds her or remorse, regret for the things passed on that square if only she could change them to what they should be.
She stood there in front of the glassy surface, staring at the place where the only one she had ever loved had disappeared and where she could not follow. She knew he’d be back. She wouldn’t be like some women whose lovers went to the Ka’Rai to battle the planars and keep them from the portals, but she would keep vigil.
it’s that feeling in your chest, an awareness of the hollow capacity of your ribcage, and it spread throughout your skeleton like shadows on the floor of a pine forest: deep and dark and three feet thick.
My favourite tree is a pine, we have them at hristmas an hang shit off them, kinda looks weird when you’re sat in your living room with a tree, i mean think about it, its totally unnatural, think about it. Anyway it smells good. Prickly though.
Driving along those winding roads, the glorious ferns, hillsides yellow with privet, then the endless radiata forests, row after row, never more at home, reaching to touch this strange southern sky
tree
nut
cone
straw
needle
trees
nuts
cones
needles
wood
it is so difficult to once again imagine myself back there. there was no thing better than this summer. the scent curling around you, sitting among the trees, so much physical activity it can be exhausting but full of so much joy. there is no one i love more than them. there is no place i love more than there.
i miss pine needles. life is nothing without them, without the sticky scent and the peeling off of your feet. the smell of lakes. living among the trees. leaving was impossible; why am i so hesitant to admit to the rest of the world that i miss being there with them? there was nothing more wonderful than that summer. there are no people i love more.
hello. i am a pine tree. i am here in protest of the christmas season and the massive slaughtering of my brothers and sisters that occurs annually in order for americans to take their fat fucking dollars out of their fat fucking wallets and throw it at thier fat fucking kids in praises of an imaginary magic jew who wasnt even born on the 25 of december
Pine is a pine cone. Like a tree. Pine the tree.
pine trees remind me of christmas for some reason. pine. pine cones. reminds me of elementary school when we would cover them with peanut butter and bird seed in hopes of some backyard wildlife. unfortunetly the ants would always get them first.
And yet I cannot get her out of my mind. I do not just want to be with her, I pine to hear her soft voice whisper three simple words, “I love you.” Never before has a person made me fell this way.
I pine for you.
You are repelled by me.
Story of my life.
pine. tree. leaves. fall. winter. summer. birthday. presents. tears. bbq. stanley. bitch. divorce. drama. arguing. life. live. love.
Pine tree scents are all around at this time of year. Everywhere people are cutting pine trees for Christmas decorations. Branches are used to decorate mantles and are bent into beautiful wreaths. Ornaments and lights are hung upon the trees and the scent of pine wafts through the air. Stars and angels are placed upon the tops of the trees.
steadfast
and towering
aglow with phosphorescence and laden
with time bombs waiting to fall to hardwood
all i smell these days is pine
“ouch! What did you do that for?”
“what do you mean Bob?”
“You hit me on the head Joe!”
“No I didn’t!”
“yeah! You did!”
Joe turns around.
…
“Ouch!”
“What is it Joe?”
“You hit me on the head!”
“No i didn’t!”
Bob and Joe kill eachother…
…
…
…..it was two pinecones that fell off a tree and hit their heads.
I can’t type fast eno
The smell of pine trees filled the air as we headed deeper into the mountains. I rolled my window and smelled the sweet mountain air that smelled fintly of rain and snow.
I brush back the pine tree branch and step out into the clearing. I see a figure standing not ten feet from me and yet i can’t tell what it is. I feel the soft snow beneath my bare feet and taste the chilly winter air. I close my eyes and let my heart take in the feelings around me…
i love this smell. we just got our christmas tree today…so glorious :)
She pined for him. Longed to feel his touch on her burning skin once again. But he merely looked at her as if looking at a stranger.
Inane introductions. Numbly shaking hands. No recognition to kindle the love she felt slowly shrinking away inside. She pined.
Pine tree or to pine for something? As in want it really badly? I think the latter.
I pine for… very little actually. I feel very very blessed. Things I’d LIKE however include a baby niece or nephew from my sister and peace on earth. Ha ha.
the pine trees hung overhead, branches heavy and lurching from the snow. the boy scratched a den beneath an overhang until he hit the dry, browned needles from last season.
pine for his lover.
A tree or a whine…..let’s go for a tree. Standing in the forest, snow on the branches. Used annually as a Christmas tree. Chopped down. Killing the enviornment.
pine
The everlasting scent of pines that lingers around the first frost is non-existent. What I once thought was my memory, is no longer mine, or yours. The things I used to think about can’t find space in my head to exist anymore. G’night.
my dog is not a collie and I don’t feed it honey.
Pine trees used to line the yard in front of my grandparents’ house, but no longer. The defensive line has been breached.
Little do they know, but the army of oak from across the street shall rise up one summer and launch an assault on their house.
I moved for a reason.
Her sheets were the same color as the pine tree beneath her window. Why hasn’t he come over to cuddle? Didn’t he know that the smell of her neck would put him right into a blissful slumber?
cone.
pine was fine when i was nine
now pine is like wine
i dislike the taste.