Emotionless bookmarks of memories for a forgetful person

to travel, trade  bits and pieces of yourself with nature is truly the happiest thing in the world
Feb 26, 2014 / 7,910 notes

to travel, trade  bits and pieces of yourself with nature is truly the happiest thing in the world

(via starsandthebreeze)

Feb 26, 2014

care a little less, and maybe.. just maybe live a little

c1tylight5:

sky walk (by Zanthia)
Feb 8, 2014 / 3,759 notes
themountainlaurel:

Finch & Fawn
Feb 8, 2014 / 4,960 notes

themountainlaurel:

Finch & Fawn

Nov 30, 2013 / 2 notes

What makes you, you? Find what you strive for, and never, ever let that go.

No matter what people say.

Nov 8, 2013 / 244,112 notes

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There’s something beautiful about keeping certain aspects of your life hidden. Maybe people and clouds are beautiful because you can’t see everything.
Kamenashi Kazuya (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

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Nov 8, 2013 / 35,408 notes
‘If the girl had been worth having she’d have waited for you?’ No, sir, the girl really worth having won’t wait for anybody.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise   (via misscreaturefeature)

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Nov 4, 2013 / 120,413 notes
brutalgeneration:

A portrait of himalaya (by joel suganth)

One day.
Nov 4, 2013 / 1,698 notes

brutalgeneration:

A portrait of himalaya (by joel suganth)

One day.

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Oct 31, 2013 / 83 notes

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tearingdowndoors:

The Volcano || Brett Plank
Oct 31, 2013 / 5,771 notes
I’d begun to grow weary of my constant daydreaming because, as I retreated more often into fantasy, it had become a reminder of my growing discontent with real life. And my thoughts, after very little sleep, seemed to float even further into the realm of the superfluous
Nick Miller [‘isn’t it pretty to think so?’]
Oct 31, 2013 / 11 notes
We travel for romance, we travel for architecture, and we travel to be lost.
Ray Bradbury (via love-jessicarae)

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Oct 30, 2013 / 33,815 notes
Oct 29, 2013 / 2 notes

Looking through my photo album of how I’ve grown sparks a spontaneous sadness within me. I am unsure why that is. Maybe how damn pure, and young we were. Maybe I miss it. Maybe I should be a lot further than I am. Maybe I came a long way, who really knows.

time really flies..

brutalgeneration:

NW Path (by Life: In Motion)
Oct 28, 2013 / 31,878 notes