"People come and go. Some are cigarette breaks, others are forest fires."



R.I.P. The 2976 American people that lost their lives on 9/11 and R.I.P. the 48,644 Afghan and 1,690,903 Iraqi and 35000 Pakistani people that paid the ultimate price for a crime they did not commit

this is the only september 11th post I’m reblogging

im glad ur not wearing shoes coz im not wearing shoes 2

~santa cruz island bouquet~~ 
cliff aster is so beautiful. malacothrix, ehh?

~~everything about you is beautiful and it’s makin me love you~~~


Varanasi, India, 1999, Pentti Sammallahti


She speaks so many languages and none of them have words,

made up instead of signals, chemical signs, and the moon’s clues.

She can whisper lullabies to boulders,

and she is friendliest to moss,

because she can feel it breathe,

there are a million ways to breathe, 

and she knows this. 

There are bluebirds nesting in her hair,

there are spiders who gave their finest woven work to her,

because she knows that moths, 

are just butterflies who were born without their own light, 

so instead they chase flames,

just like the rest of us. 

She knows that every dew-drop can be an ocean,

depending on whom you ask.

She can grow a forest with a glance,

and trees will lend their leaves to her,

because they know she’ll give them back. 


This is not a photograph of lovers, this is a 400 year old marble statue of Pluto and Proserpina


person: whats your sexuality?