Silla
I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all. The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream, like a piece of forgotten song drifting across the water, most of all like golden eternities of past childhood or past manhood and all the living and the dying and the heartbreak that went on a million years ago and the clouds as they pass overhead seem to testify (by their own lonesome familiarity) to this feeling.
Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums (via dayzea)

dayzea:

Anyone who has any questions about the Rainbow Gathering and what it’s all about, this is a beautiful documentary. Makes me tear up every time. Share. WE LOVE YOOOOOOOOOU.

You are so used to your features, you don’t know how beautiful you look to a stranger.
(via netflixgod)

dayzea:

heyheyjuhkay:

Do you ever think about all of the really nice drunk girls you’ve met in bathrooms and wonder how they are doing? I miss you all

hahahha

Anytime you’re gonna grow, you’re gonna lose something. You’re losing what you’re hanging onto to keep safe. You’re losing habits that you’re comfortable with, you’re losing familiarity.

James Hillman


people*

(via awelltraveledwoman)

I think I’ve always been half out of my shell and half in. Sometimes I can be extremely wild and sometimes I can be extremely shy. It just depends on the day.
Emile Hirsch  (via riding-sorceress)
Somewhere beyond right and wrong, there is a garden. I will meet you there.
Rumi (via spillinggalaxies)