leva. alska. flyga.

[flyga]

So here's the late night moment of truth: I will always be able to let go of you. It started with my father, then moved on through a series of best friends & boyfriends, & peaked at my mother. I am so accustomed to having to let people go, that these days it happens with great ease. I've become so resilient that I don't NEED anyone, meaning that letting go is no longer my weakness, holding on is.

[flyga]

You see I wanted to say, 'do not be disheartened that I am no longer able to speak to you' for the grief I feel now is only due to the greatly positive volume that once took its place. The larger the feeling of loss mimics the initial feeling of joy. Stories of times passed are still told in great merriment, but you must understand to converse with you now would only taint those times, for we no longer are what we once were. In order for those memories to stay in tact, those midnight discussions of what meant most to us, they must not be diluted by the clinical hi, hellos & how do you do's. Grief must not be looked upon negatively, but rather realised for the beauty it possesses, recognition of something so great you are unsure how you will continue to survive without it. Focus instead on the joyous memories, survival will simply follow.

[theclymb]

Ice climbing a huge, freestanding serac on the slopes of Mont Blanc du Tacul. (📷: @LukaszWarzecha) #ClymbLife

We’ll be featuring adventure photographer Lukas Warzecha’s photos from around the world over the next week. Make sure to check out his page to see all of his amazing work.

[zptp]

Richard Gaston

[siroxford]

[atobasi]

[alpine-ardor]

My idea of romance 

[flyngdream]

[sickstreetwear]

[flyga]

sickstreetwear

[purplebuddhaproject]

Remember that when you’re laying in your casket, nobody will be paying attention to how much you weigh or what you look like. They will ponder the memories they have with you. They will remember how you made them feel. So go out there and be you. Be kind. Make people feel good. Stop worrying about your appearance and go make some memories. That’s what matters. No number or reflection can ever compare to the people that love you. Stop hiding because you’re afraid of what people think. Because when you leave this world, you don’t want to be remembered as the person that hated themselves, the person that hid. You want them to remember how you made them feel, how much you loved them. And darling, you can’t love other people when you hate yourself.

(via purplebuddhaproject)

[sound-track-2-my-life]

[pynter]

[escuyer]

Storm surfing

[madhardy-deactivated20150707]

I’ve been thinking about something lately. Imagine this: You’re on an airplane, sleeping with your head against the window, your heart set on being home this time three hours from now. All of a sudden, something goes very wrong. The plane stops moving across the air and instead starts falling through it. The lights are flickering and the movie is skipping. The plane dips hundreds of feet in seconds, and the yellow cups fall from the ceiling. They’re a brighter shade of yellow than you remember, because unlike the demonstration, these cups have never been handled before. “Flight attendants take your seats now”, you hear, the pilot’s voice trembling over a cacophony of alert tones. You get that smell in the bridge of your nose like you’ve just been hit with a football. That’s what the fear smells like. The plane is going down. Four more drastic drops in under a minute. People are crying. For all the folklore about how your life flashes before your eyes, you’re remarkably fixed on one vision – your parents. They’re sleeping at this very moment, in a bedroom so quiet they can hear the clock in the kitchen. And you can see them, clear as can be. You wish you could see a playground or a first kiss, but all you can see is your parents sleeping. Huh. Well, that’s that. Several long minutes go by. Then, all at once, the lights come back on and the plane somehow rights itself. Some people cheer, but most people cry harder. The plane lands about an hour later, and as soon as you feel that touch down – hell, even when you were within 50 feet of the ground and could still technically survive a fall – you realize that however you brokered the deal between you and God worked; you’ve just been granted life in overtime. Here’s the question: what do you change? Whom do you call that you haven’t spoken to in years? Whom do you realize has been toxic to your heart and drop with surprising ease? What trips do you cancel, and what trips do you book? What can’t you be bothered with anymore? What’s the new you like? Think about that, and then ask one more question. Why not just change it all right now?

John Mayer (via contrafuckingband)

"Why not just change it all right now?"

(via mimilin)

[areasonablydressedwoman]

[wheretotraveltonext]

[nycinspiration]

[mylxlisboa]