courtneyhellenphoto:

the best shot I’ve taken of blue pool to this day. it’s definitely cold, definitely worth getting in, and definitely one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever seen.
releasings:

Click on the photo…fucking beautiful

bellotaccuino:

The best feeling in the world is when after a long day, you climb into your nest of blankets and curl up with a good book, while listening to the pouring rain outside; and you read and read until you’re so exhausted you fall asleep with the book lying on your chest or folded in your arms.

(via youngadultread)

grxnge-and-pizza:

Cigarette daydreams
hallucinating-faeries:

❂
perigradisen:

My secret spot in the dunes
Bag by bohocollective
ponderation:

Woods at Night by James Austrums
Here’s to the security guards who maybe had a degree in another land. Here’s to the manicurist who had to leave her family to come here, painting the nails, scrubbing the feet of strangers. Here’s to the janitors who don’t even fucking understand English yet work hard despite it all. Here’s to the fast food workers who work hard to see their family smile. Here’s to the laundry man at the Marriott who told me with the sparkle in his eyes how he was an engineer in Peru. Here’s to the bus driver, the Turkish Sufi who almost danced when I quoted Rumi. Here’s to the harvesters who live in fear of being deported for coming here to open the road for their future generation. Here’s to the taxi drivers from Nigeria, Ghana, Egypt and India who gossip amongst themselves. Here is to them waking up at 4am, calling home to hear the voices of their loved ones. Here is to their children, to the children who despite it all become artists, writers, teachers, doctors, lawyers, activists and rebels. Here’s to Western Union and Money Gram. For never forgetting home. Here’s to their children who carry the heartbeats of their motherland and even in sleep, speak with pride about their fathers. Keep on. - Ijeoma Umebinyuo - Immigrants. First generation. (via sirilaf)

(Source: theijeoma, via yellowwatermelonn)

fernweh [feyrn-vey] - (noun) This wonderful, untranslatable German word describes the feeling of homesickness for a far away land, a place you have never visited. Do not confuse this with the english word, wanderlust; Fernweh is much more profound, it is the feeling of an unsatisfied urge to escape and discover new places, almost a sort of sadness. You miss a place you have never experienced, as opposed to lusting over it or desiring it like wanderlust. You are seeking freedom and self-discovery, but not a particular home.  (via dietcrackcocaine)

(Source: wordsnquotes.com, via booksandthesea)

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