journeyinsidemyhead:

High End Hippie

A bouquet of clumsy words: you know that place between sleep and awake where you’re still dreaming but it’s slowly slipping? I wish we could feel like that more often. I also wish I could click my fingers three times and be transported to anywhere I like. I wish that people didn’t always say ‘just wondering’ when you both know there was a real reason behind them asking. And I wish I could get lost in the stars. Listen, there’s a hell of a good universe next door, let’s go.

E.E. Cummings (via nervous-princess)

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When the blood of your veins returns to the sea and the dust of your bones returns to the ground, maybe then will you remember that this earth does not belong to you, you belong to this earth.

so-personal:

everything personal♡

so-personal:

everything personal♡

(Source: scribbles-on-pictures, via highmindedshinannagans)

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cesated:

tumhblr:

nature / vintage

90% nature

cesated:

tumhblr:

nature / vintage

90% nature

(Source: metrodorus, via dread-l0cks)

We all love someone way too fucking much.

(via alterred)

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stonerthings:

*pours bong water on everything you have to say*

(via weed-took-me-to-amsterdam)