June 2013
May 2013
“TIME IS MEASURED IN BREATH AND PIGMENT.”
—(via heksenhaus)
I’ve had this blog for too fucking long.
“Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature’s peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves.”
—John Muir
“I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone.”
—Rainer Maria Rilke
