You have this kind of pull, like gravity. I’m so lucky that I fell into your orbit.

fuckyeahbackpacking:

Another day, another lake. Hammock chilling in Grand Teton National Park by Phelps Lake. Photo by mountmoran.

You must learn to let go. Release the stress. You were never in control anyway.

—  Steve Maraboli, Life, the Truth, and Being Free (via littlemountainlady)

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12:44

I want a soul mate who can sit me down, shut me up, tell me ten things I don’t already know, and make me laugh. I don’t care what you look like, just turn me on.

—  Henry Rollins (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

(via littlemountainlady)

12:44

Here I came to the very edge
where nothing at all needs saying,
everything is absorbed through weather and the sea,
and the moon swam back,
its rays all silvered,
and time and again the darkness would be broken
by the crash of a wave,
and every day on the balcony of the sea,
wings open, fire is born,
and everything is blue again like morning.

—  Pablo Neruda, It is Born (via emanateharmony)

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12:42

wildbindi:

Tambourine Royale Girl

obsol:

gravitysex:

glass—cities:

glass—cities:

aspen, co.

nature

Unless you try to do some­thing beyond what you have already mas­tered, you will never grow.

—  Ralph Waldo Emerson (via trailofsummits)

(via sparkfromwithin)

12:39