CEDAR & SMOKE

[myviewfromsomewhere]

[midnightmartinis]

[delta-breezes]

Tiffany | @tifforelie

[retropicool]

[hannahejo]

[antigonick]

My roots go down to the depths of the world, through earth dry with brick, and damp earth, through veins of lead and silver. I am all fibre. All tremors shake me, and the weight of the earth is pressed to my ribs.

Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via thatkindofwoman)

[clawmarks]

Georg Dionysius Ehret - Juniper - 1745 - via Getty Open Content

[tylerforesthauser]

// gate || The TFH Vault™ //

[misswallflower]

My mission, should I choose to accept it, is to find peace with exactly who and what I am. To take pride in my thoughts, my appearance, my talents, my flaws, and to stop this incessant worrying that I can’t be loved as I am.

Anaïs Nin (via misswallflower)

[wasbella102]

Connemara, Ireland                        

[windwrinkle]

nathan russell cut outs 

[transparentoctopus]

[grayskymorning]

Urban Florals

[shaefierce-blog]

[birdasaurus]

Houzz

[beyondcrowds]

Well friends, I am off to Australia for nearly three weeks to read books and sail in the sun. But maybe, during the 36 hours it takes to get there, I’ll finally catch up on all my delayed Tumblr correspondence!

Lost Lake Trail, Alaska

[elvedon]

June: covered in dirt with flushed cheeks of lilac. You’ve stitched your wounds with gold thread, hours painted on the kitchen walls.

Ana Carrizo, “June”  (via hisssi)

[intensefoodcravings]

Lempijälkkäri / Christmas panna cotta | Suvi sur le vif