I will wade out till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers. I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air, alive, with closed eyes.
E.E. Cummings   (via fernsandmoss)

(Source: seabois)

(Source: fuckyeahyoga)

artmastered:

Gustav Klimt, c.1905-06, Country Garden with Sunflowers

inrestless-dreams:


Timothy Leary: You aren’t like them. 


I love this.

(Source: oldblueeyes)

corsicans:

the fault in our stars (par ed-ingle)