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 h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

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ancora-tu:

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Returning home is the most difficult part of long-distance hiking; You have grown outside the puzzle and your piece no longer fits.

-Cindy Ross (via billyfatjohn)

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TIPS FOR LIVING by Noah Gundersen

Above all things, love what you do.

Work at it. Always grow.

Find your weaknesses and strengthen those areas.

Surround your self with good people who will be honest with you.

Pay attention. Learn from your mistakes.

Be willing to take risks. Nothing great ever came without risk.

It must be about your art, first and foremost.

Be nice to people in general.

Be careful about getting your hopes up.

Only get your hopes up for what you can control.

Work hard.

Work hard.

Work hard.


-Noah Gundersen blog post January 19th, 2012 (via onheradventure)

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Live with effort: tomorrow you will be a better person even if tomorrow is not.

-Rakishi, “Things my daughter was told.” cir. 1965 (via 1924us)

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I wonder
who’s arms would I run and fall into
if I were drunk
in a room with everyone
I have ever loved

-I saw a comment underneath this once, reading “furthermore, i wonder who would still catch me” (via meggordon)
Wow (via pehnumbra)

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I wish I kissed you so much fucking more.

-I’m sorry.
6:29pm (via tallglassofrio)

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