[Exit, Persued By A Bear]

soitsnoworneverisntit asked: Thank you so much!!

Anytime! You’ve got me listening to my own mixes again and even contemplating creating another sometime soon.

The Tuft of Flowers by Robert Frost

I went to turn the grass once after one 
Who mowed it in the dew before the sun. 

The dew was gone that made his blade so keen 
Before I came to view the levelled scene. 

I looked for him behind an isle of trees; 
I listened for his whetstone on the breeze. 

But he had gone his way, the grass all mown, 
And I must be, as he had been,—alone, 

`As all must be,’ I said within my heart, 
`Whether they work together or apart.’ 

But as I said it, swift there passed me by 
On noiseless wing a ‘wildered butterfly, 

Seeking with memories grown dim o’er night 
Some resting flower of yesterday’s delight. 

And once I marked his flight go round and round, 
As where some flower lay withering on the ground. 

And then he flew as far as eye could see, 
And then on tremulous wing came back to me. 

I thought of questions that have no reply, 
And would have turned to toss the grass to dry; 

But he turned first, and led my eye to look 
At a tall tuft of flowers beside a brook, 

A leaping tongue of bloom the scythe had spared 
Beside a reedy brook the scythe had bared. 

I left my place to know them by their name, 
Finding them butterfly weed when I came. 

The mower in the dew had loved them thus, 
By leaving them to flourish, not for us, 

Nor yet to draw one thought of ours to him. 
But from sheer morning gladness at the brim. 

The butterfly and I had lit upon, 
Nevertheless, a message from the dawn, 

That made me hear the wakening birds around, 
And hear his long scythe whispering to the ground, 

And feel a spirit kindred to my own; 
So that henceforth I worked no more alone; 

But glad with him, I worked as with his aid, 
And weary, sought at noon with him the shade; 

And dreaming, as it were, held brotherly speech 
With one whose thought I had not hoped to reach. 

`Men work together,’ I told him from the heart, 
`Whether they work together or apart.’

Agnes Grey - Chapter 17

“Yes, at least they could not deprive me of that: I could think of him day and night; and I could feel that he was worthy to be thought of. Nobody knew him as I did; nobody could love him as I - could, if I might: but there was the evil. What business had I to think so much of one that never thought of me? Was it not foolish? Was it not wrong? Yet, if I found such deep delight in thinking of him, and if I kept those thoughts to myself, and troubled no one else with them, where was the harm of it? I would ask myself. And such reasoning prevented me from making any sufficient effort to shake off my fetters. 

But, if those thoughts brought delight, it was a painful, troubled pleasure, too near akin to anguish; and one that did me more injury than I was aware of. It was an indulgence that a person of more wisdom or more experience would doubtless have denied herself. And yet, how dreary to turn my eyes from the contemplation of that bright object and force them to dwell on the dull, grey desolate prospect around: the joyless, hopeless, solitary path that lay before me.”

soitsnoworneverisntit asked: Hi, I love your 8tracks playlist American Honey, but 8tracks has stopped working for me, so I was wondering if I could get the playlist from you. Thanks :)

I’m apologize if I’m answering this really late but of course I’ll give you the playlist!  I’m happy you enjoy it =)  The songs on that are:

1) American Honey by Lady Antebellum

2) The House That Built Me by Miranda Lambert

3) Love Like Crazy by Lee Brice

4) Something Worth Leaving Behind by Lee Ann Womack

5) Live Like You Were Dying by Tim McGraw

6) Tim McGraw by Taylor Swift

7) My List by Toby Keith

8) My Heaven by Trace Adkins

9) The Good Stuff by Kenny Chesney

Anonymous asked: Did you know someone wrote a play with the same title as your blog? Or was it you...

I’m so sorry if this response is incredibly delayed, I just found out I had messages!  And no haha that wasn’t me.  I didn’t know that play existed, I got my name from a line in a Shakespeare play.