September 1st, 2014
I love that sweet smell of decay that surrounds me in forests and woods. A kind of mulchy, deep, rich rot that has no connotation of death or ending, but rather of life and age. A sense of perpetual destruction and rebirth.
Unknown (via mustangblood)
Reblogged from No Reins
September 1st, 2014

hattiewatson:

// cruisin with these two earlier //

Reblogged from Hattie Watson
September 1st, 2014

As of late.

Find me on the ‘gram @tkowkat

September 1st, 2014
The naked female body is treated so weirdly in society. It’s like people are constantly begging to see it, but once they do, someone’s a hoe.
Lena Horne 

(Source: africantea)

Reblogged from Unfurl your gown.
September 1st, 2014
I understand. That’s the trouble. I understand. I’ll understand all the time. All day and all night. Especially all night. I’ll understand. You don’t have to worry about that.
Ernest Hemingway, Winner Take Nothing 

(Source: larmoyante)

Reblogged from [noided]
September 1st, 2014

wetreesinart:

Andrew Wyeth (Am. 1917-2009), 

Pennsylvania Landscape, 1942 tempera

Study for Pennsylvania Landscape, 1941 graphite and drybrush

(Source: quincourier)

Reblogged from FEED THE QUEEN
September 1st, 2014
If I had not created my whole world, I would certainly have died in other people’s.
Anais Nin 
Reblogged from Neurolove.me
September 1st, 2014
I wish somebody had told me that loving people, knowing how to love those people, and those people loving you back were three entirely different things.
Della Hicks-Wilson 
Reblogged from Neurolove.me
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