Charlotte @lottie6876 - Tumblr Blog

You know it’s been a goodnight when you’re hiking out with headlamps, long johns and an empty bottle of whiskey. #whenthesungoesdown

Full disclosure: Yes the whiskey, cig butts, beer and frozen asses all were packed up and hiked out of that beautiful place. Leave No Trace is my religion.

As for the people who will always comment on the smoking, if you don’t have anything nice to say don’t say anything at all. We all have our vices and who the hell are you to judge?

capacity

Im a big fan of anything that will help me chill the fuck out

unreactive

fantasiawandering

Introverts, man. We’re weird sometimes. Like, “I love you, but I need to go over here by myself right now.”

–Skype conversation with ksumnersmith (via fantasiawandering)

megan-hansenn-deactivated201704

One day you’ll wake up at 11:30 AM on a Sunday with the love of your life and you’ll make some coffee and pancakes and it’ll all be alright.

just a friendly reminder to keep going ( via megan-hansenn)

edwardkynaston

concept: me, without anxiety, drinking loose leaf earl grey tea and eating freshly baked bread somewhere where the air is cool and wet with someone who makes me feel valuable and safe.

rememberyourpurpose

So maybe you’ll call her and you’ll tell her that you miss her and she’ll sound gentle on the phone but not in love with you anymore. She’ll say ‘we happened and we were important but you let me go, I’m sorry, but you let me go’ and that’s how you’ll know.

Azra.T (via rememberyourpurpose)

humansofnewyork

(2/4) “I knew immediately after my husband’s death that I would have to let go of my dreams. I fell into a deep depression. I was going to be a single mother so I’d have to focus everything on raising my child. I thought that I would never be able to do anything in my life again. I skipped the orientation for the German university. I missed my German language lessons. Everything seemed to be slipping away. I gave birth to my daughter and moved in with my parents. When I saw my daughter, I realized that I needed to get my life back on track. She’d already lost her father. I didn’t want her to lose her mother too. So I enrolled at the University of Damascus and continued with my studies. I graduated once again at the top of my class. I began to work as a professor while I applied for my PhD. My daughter was getting bigger. Everything seemed to be getting back on track. Then the war came.”

(Amman, Jordan)