meet me on the sunny road

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[begratefultogod]

Nothing in the world smells as good as the person you love.

Unknown (via melisum)

[freundevonfreundentravel]

On the top of a mountain in Hakone, Japan, this man is slow cooking eggs inside the water of hot springs. They are called Onsen Tamago. 

Photography: Gui Martinez

[redwoodcollective]

[arrestus]

[louisetakesphotos]

What a view to wake up to - Sapa, Vietnam

[lasplayaslasmontanas]

You can’t beat the color of glacier fed lakes.

[wordsnquotes]

Often, when we have a crush, when we lust for a person, we see only a small percentage of who they really are. The rest we make up for ourselves. Rather than listen, or learn, we smother them in who we imagine them to be, what we desire for ourselves, we create little fantasies of people and let them grow in our hearts. And this is where the relationship fails. In time, the fiction we scribble onto a person falls away, the lies we tell ourselves unravel and soon the person standing in front of you is almost unrecognizable, you are now complete strangers in your own love. And what a terrible shame it is. My advice: pay attention to the small details of people, you will learn that the universe is far more spectacular an author than we could ever hope to be.

Beau Taplin, “The Fiction of People” (via modernhepburn)

[stay-yourself-0]

[seewantshop]

[anearlymorningwalk]

|come and take me to the wild places| (at Milford Sound, New Zealand)

[basdos]

[wordsnquotes]

In a soulmate we find not company, but a completed solitude.

Robert Brault (via mishproductions)

[freundevonfreundentravel]

Photography: Paul Ripke

[wnq-anonymous]

There are two types of ‘tired’, I suppose. One is a dire need of sleep, the other is the dire need of peace.

Anonymous (via wnq-anonymous)

[wanderlog]

[danielodowd-deactivated20170124]

Leaving Rondvassbu by katersocks on Flickr.

[simply-quotes-deactivated202002]

I let it go. It’s like swimming against the current. It exhausts you. After a while, whoever you are, you just have to let go, and the river brings you home.

Joanne Harris, Five Quarters of the Orange (via simply-quotes)