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"And if I was to say that I really, really wanted to get to know you,
it would just be an understatement:
Me, I want to pour your thoughts into a wine glass
and sip them slow with a straw like I’m on vacation;
I want to light candles and bathe for hours in secrets that you’ve just never had the courage
to say out loud—
I’m ready.
I’m ready to grab onto your dreams and jump in a pool head first just to see if
hope still floats—I want to float next to you.
I’m talking like, ten feet above cumulus clouds
so no one can ever rain on our parade."

—Rudy Francisco (via colporteur)
Jul 10th  +  117    via colporteur. ― from Rambling Pulp

eartheldmostly nature

Jul 9th  +  21641    via Bushcraft & Survival ― from • living with the soul •
Jul 9th  +  35006    via but yeah ― from don't panic

darkface: forest mood (by halina-anna)

Jul 9th  +  2794    via looking for death within the rose-tree ― from Orbital Darkness

wnderlst: Glacier National Park, Montana | Steven Davis

Jul 9th  +  2692    via ωanderlust ― from ωanderlust

"When is a monster not a monster?
Oh, when you love it."

—Caitlyn Siehl (via insanity-here-i-come)
Jul 9th  +  33780    via tear down the last gods ― from ❃ ❀ We Wanted To Be The Sky❃ ❀

Adventure: High Sierra Trail


If you’d like to read a write-up from our last adventure on the High Sierra Trail, check out the article on IndefinitelyWild!image

Jul 8th  +  25    via Explore the Unimaginable ― from Explore the Unimaginable

(a list of things you notice when you are in a cabin outside prague with her)


(one.) she is close enough to touch; if you feel brave enough, foolish enough, you can reach out and brush a strand of fire behind her ear. you’d leave this room without your hand. you think it might be worth it. 

(two.) her smile is different, now. it is sharp and slippery and incomplete, and not the one you are used to being thrown to you. every so often you think you catch flirtation in the flash of her teeth; you try not to let your hopes rise, but it’s hard to keep them down. 

(three.) without shades of laughter dancing in her eyes, she looks like a whole new woman.

(four.) you keep tossing out snarky comebacks, and she keeps ignoring them. it’s almost familiar, but you know she’s not ignoring you because she knows how it annoys you, now. 

(five.) she’s trying to hide how she’s favouring her right side, keeping the weight off her wounded leg as much as possible. you don’t know how to explain that she’ll have to try much harder to become unreadable to you.

(six.) she doesn’t use your name until she’s leaving. it stings deeper than you were expecting — she knows who you are, but she doesn’t know you, not anymore. your fingers curl into fists without your permission. you’re sure the weight of what you’ve lost must be written across your face, but she’s always been able to read you, so that, at least, isn’t new.

(seven.) you want to touch her so badly it sits like an ache in the pit of your stomach. 

(eight.) you have no idea how long it will be until you see her again.

(nine.) her approval still means too much to you to be safe.

Jul 8th  +  203    via every atom of me and every atom of you ― from every atom of me and every atom of you

attachesEscape by Andrine Klausen on Flickr.

Jul 8th  +  322    via pseudolibrary ― from