dream
afteraallthistime:

The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun. 

18th century poesy ring.Inscription reads: Many are the stars I see but in my eye no star like thee.
lauramakabresku:

Whispers.
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.
- (via wadulisiwoman)