chorus of color
fuckyeahbackpacking:

transient—dreamer:

John Muir Trail crossing a creek in the Ansel Adams Wilderness.

fuckyeahbackpacking:

transient—dreamer:

John Muir Trail crossing a creek in the Ansel Adams Wilderness.

I hear the rhythmic rain dancing across the earth and I feel the heaviness of the night. But the sound of water makes me remember the refreshing love the sky has for everything She sees

Language is never small. Language shapes how we view things before we even know we are viewing them. How we name something determines how we value it.
Molly Caro May

The thing about Reality is…
That it’s still waiting for you in the morning

#Sagittarius flashes their smile, but dies inside. Nobody knows, they’re a beautiful suicide.

We need women who are so strong they can be gentle, so educated they can be humble, so fierce they can be compassionate, so passionate they can be rational, and so disciplined they can be free.
KAVITA RAMDAS
It was when I was happiest that I longed most…The sweetest thing in all my life has been the longing — to reach the Mountain, to find the place where all the beauty came from —
C.S Lewis