patagonia:

To Open Backroads. High Sierras, CA. 
Submitted by Ryan Murphy
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Instagram Account: Lostwonderer

patagonia:

To Open Backroads. High Sierras, CA. 

Submitted by Ryan Murphy

ryanw.murphy.com

Instagram Account: Lostwonderer

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annaehrgott:

Barrel sleepers

annaehrgott:

Barrel sleepers

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"Traveling is like flirting with life. It’s like saying, ‘I would stay and love you, but I have to go."
— Lisa St Aubin de Terán (via immeganmaria)

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"Stop waiting for the right person to come into your life. Be the right person to come to someone’s life."

Leo Babauta 

yes, godamnit. 

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"

since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don’t cry
—the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids’ flutter which says

we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life’s not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis

"
E. E. Cummings, ”Since Feeling Is First”(via colporteur)

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"No matter how plain a woman may be, if truth and honesty are written across her face, she will be beautiful."
— Eleanor Roosevelt 


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"I think it’s brave to try to be happy."
— Vivian, Pushing Daisies  (via thatkindofwoman)

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"A wild longing for strong emotions and sensations seethes in me, a rage against this toneless, flat, normal and sterile life."
— Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf  (via thatkindofwoman)

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jentesomreiser:

Last Love Song- ZZ Ward

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