#outdoors

Spending time outdoors makes you feel great. ↗

— Elizabeth Hurley

#great #makes #outdoors #spending #spending time

I'm sort of an old man, always tinkering in the backyard. Since I grew up playing outdoors, I still like to plant things, sit out on the deck, or go hiking. ↗

— Josh Duhamel

#backyard #deck #go #grew #hiking

We're playing all these weird festivals, usually outdoors. ↗

— Thurston Moore

#outdoors #playing #these #usually #weird

Way of life in Australia focuses more on the outdoors. ↗

— Thomas Muster

#focuses #life #more #outdoors #way

Slowly he f**ks my arse, pushing himself in and out of me. The sensation is so intense. I feel like my inner slut has finally been freed, and I revel in her carnal abandonment; throwing my head back while Mike rides me like an animal. ↗

— Felicity Brandon

#bdsm-sex #menage #outdoors #bdsm

SAUL: 'We made love outdoors, my favorite place to make love, assuming the weather be fair and balmy, and the earth beneath be clean. Our souls intertwined and dripping with sweat. ↗

— Roman Payne

#clean-earth #love #lovers #making-love #outdoors

I'd been doing projects outdoors for the public. I made pigeons eat geometry by putting bread out in rhomboids and triangles. I don't know if this activity made sense, but the work was available. ↗

— Jenny Holzer

#available #been #bread #doing #eat

For brick and mortar breed filth and crime, With a pulse of evil that throbs and beats; And men are whithered before their prime By the curse paved in with the lanes and streets. And lungs are poisoned and shoulders bowed, In the smothering reek of mill and mine; And death stalks in on the struggling crowd— But he shuns the shadow of the oak and pine ↗

— George W. Sears Nessmuk

#city #outdoors #urban #wilderness #woodcraft

I never knew I liked to be outside so much. I never knew I liked lochs and views and that, but I could seriously handle living in a cottage by the side of somewhere like this." The Panopticon ↗

— Jenn Fagan

#freedom #outdoors #self-awareness #vulnerability #freedom

Maybe freedom really is nothing left to lose. You had it once in childhood, when it was okay to climb a tree, to paint a crazy picture and wipe out on your bike, to get hurt. The spirit of risk gradually takes its leave. It follows the wild cries of joy and pain down the wind, through the hedgerow, growing ever fainter. What was that sound? A dog barking far off? That was our life calling to us, the one that was vigorous and undefended and curious. ↗

— Peter Heller

#outdoors #risk #wilderness #freedom