…one day you may realize that you’ve lost the moon while counting the stars.
— John O’Callaghan (via darksideoftheshroom)
There is a kind of crying I hope you have not experienced, and it is not just crying about something terrible that has happened, but a crying for all of the terrible things that have happened, not just to you but to everyone you know and to everyone you don’t know and even the people you don’t want to know, a crying that cannot be diluted by a brave deed or a kind word, but only by someone holding you as your shoulders shake and your tears run down your face.
— Lemony Snicket (via larmoyante)
Being naked approaches being revolutionary; going barefoot is mere populism.
— (via moreofamore)
Where your pain is, there your heart lies also.
— Anna Kamieńska (via moreofamore)
I’m not going to censor myself to comfort your ignorance.
— Jon Stewart (via hardlygold)
Tribe ☼f Gaia: I am wild.Dirty feet,I run barefoot though woods and rainforests,open...
I am wild.
Dirty feet,
I run barefoot though woods and rainforests,
open fields and secret water streams. Alone with the sound of my breathing and the wind roaring in my ears.
I am wild.
Knotted hair,
brushing gently across my face, it dances in the wind and rain.
Twigs, leaves and flowers hitch…
