#trainhopping

[stiminality]

corruppt_

[officialjews]

this 9 pound hammer is a little toooooo heavy (southern<- -> central maine trainhopping video)

[whitetrashwarriorprincess]

Amber Amnesia, Trainhopper, 90's

[zem-zem-zem-zem]

[concupiscience]

Untitled by knife juice Via Flickr: train hop to LA

[diary-of-a-recovering-party-girl]

Is there like a community for trainhoppers and urbex people on tumblr? I post my stuff on insta also but its insuffereable therrrreee

[angelsnightcap]

[neonswords]

more old writing

“Don’t worry about it” coaxed Murray, “They’re never around anyway” 

He’s right, the trains are usually unattended for hours, and if we were careful… no, it’s still too dangerous.

“Sure, but isn’t it risky? I mean, come on Murray. We could die.” I argue, as I start to overthink all the possible outcomes. What if we got arrested? What if we fell onto the tracks? What if- “Peter. You’re shaking.” 

Murray puts his hand on my shoulder and closes in for a hug. 

“Look, I know you think it’s dangerous, but hopping a train would be exciting! Plus, how else are we going to get out of here together?” That gets a chuckle out of me, at least. I gently push him away, saying “I dunno, take a bus like any normal person would?” Murray pouts at me and makes puppy dog eyes and goddamnit, they’re working.  “We’ll be out of here in no time, the wind in our hair-” “-and dirt in all our clothes-” i interject “the most beautiful view in the world-” he continues “-nowhere to piss-” I keep adding my thoughts even though I know Murray is convincing me.

With a sigh, I pull Murray closer and ruffle his hair. “Fine,” I murmur. “Fine?” He perks up at this immediately. With a smile, I look into his eyes. “Fine, I’ll go with you.” Of course I will. No matter the consequences, I love this boy. If he wants me to jump on a moving train, I’ll do it. I kind of wanted to anyway, despite the voice of logic telling me otherwise. “Ahhh! Dude this is gonna be so cool!” Murray gets even more excited and it’s contagious. I tickle him a little and he squeals. Adorably. “Your mom won’t find out,” he says confidently, “You were gonna move out anyway, we’re just doing this on the way” I don’t even want to think about how she would react, as I know how she feels about me and Murray already… So I won’t think about it. None of that has to matter, or bother me, unless I let it. I’m ready to be free, I’m ready to escape this town. This will be thrilling and amazing, filthy and dangerous, and I’m doing it with the boy I love. If that isn’t living the dream, I don’t know what is.

[mlm-blues]

i would love to go trainhopping or smth it's a shame u have to leave the house to do it though

[2wo-knav3s]

[da-riya]

See, life would be way easier if there was a train going to every single place ever always and it was 100% free to just hop on anytime anywhere on the train

[stillaclownlol]

Reddit is crazy lol you'll ask about "what to do if I'm getting kicked out" and like 7 different guys will come to try and human traffic you with varying degrees of subtlety

[hillepunk]

My own "Draw this in your Style" Challenge ..by myselfe and I 🫣

The picture shows the trainhopper "gifgas" standing in a gondola.

I tried to make my own version of it and I am quite proud of how it turned out. After a few months of not being able to draw.

I jumped on freight trains myself a few times and went to other cities. I didn't realise that there were more people in Europe doing this (am I really that naive?) and then all over Europe! Which is completely crazy! I only ever made it as far as the neighbouring city and sometimes back again😅

[goinggoats]

yayyy my funny little stories updated <-clicking open a 125,000 word story with an extended knife metaphor about the struggle of being seen and understood

[boromirt]

Growing up, we had these beautiful Abert's Squirrels around. They have these big bushy tails and long tufted ears. Gray fur and white bellies.

My grandparents who raised me loved to watch them out on the porch, they put special birdseed out just for them and would watch them every morning.

My Papa especially loved them. He set up his recliner by the big full windows in the living room so he could watch them and the birds all day while he read the paper and his book. He built he house himself 40 years ago and made sure the entire wall of the living room facing the porch was all windows. It was his and my favorite room in the whole house.

One day, while driving, an Abert's Squirrel darted across the road, too fast for Papa to stop hisnold truck, and he hit it. He slammed on the brakes, but it was too late.

He was devestated. He was a military man all his life. Fought in Vietnam. Before that he was raised in a town so rural that the school was only one room. He was taught men don't show emotions, especially over "trivial" things. Him hitting that squirrel to this day is the closest I've seen to him crying.

My Grandmother is a tiny, gentle, deeply compassionate woman who would set out slices of pear for the wasps to eat. She cried openly. She collected the squirrel with a towel and wrapped it gently, and told Papa she would find a good place to bury it. Maybe in the garden.

But since Papa had tried to stop the truck, the squirrel wound up barely being touched by the impact. It was in almost perfect condition. Still soft and beautiful.

Papa has a few hunting trophies. A pheasant he was particularly proud of is his favorite. Grandma took the squirrel to hid taxidermist in secret and had it made into a piece.

Its a beautiful piece of taxidermy. She had them pose the squirrel on a branch as if it was climbing one of the pines and had stopped to look curiously at you, its head cocked and its fluffy tail up. Its black button eyes are big and dark and look truly alive again.

She gave it to him that Christmas. It's been displayed in our living room ever since, where Papa can see it while he reads, and the squirrel can look out the window with him.

[concupiscience]

Portland to Black Butte by Ratchet