What are men to rocks& mountains?

Formerly singyourselfsilly.tumblr.com. Locked out of my account & starting anew!

[helpingg]

[leahberman]

meadow whispers

instagram

[bubbloids]

another rainy day at the farm…

[lightheartedsuggestion]

Stop convincing yourself you’re wasting your life away. The time you’ve spent resting and healing was and is necessary. You’re not a waste of a person if you find yourself struggling right now. Healing, recovering, sitting with your pain is foundational. It’s not a waste. You are still whole.

[nevver]

Get outta town, Radosław Kaźmierczak

[rubyetc]

can I just sink right out of being a person 

[bhlossoms]

[sydweiler]

[1000drawings]

Jiří Slíva

[studio-kiki]

A visual metaphor for falling in love.

[spiritbreather]

wow holy shit

[j-k-i-ng]

“The deep freeze at Niagara Falls.“ by | Michael Sidofsky

[nevver]

Call me ★ @itsPeteski on instagram

[felipecortez16]

También es revolucionario enamorarnos ahora que todo el mundo se está yendo a la chingada.

[mountainsbendingrivers]

I brushed it off in the moment, but of all the lovely-deep-intense-world affirming moments in our many long conversations, you holding tight to my face and saying that I wasn’t a burden, that my baggage isn’t heavy, that I’m not fucked up. That you’ve searched and searched and only come up with the kindest person you’ve ever known. That I make you believe in the goodness of people. That you never thought you would meet someone worth risking your heart again for...but then you found me. 

If my sweet 16 year old soul could have hovered over that moment, she wouldn’t believe it with her own eyes. Someone who truly truly knows who I am good bad and ugly and wants me all the same. I feel like I am healing a piece of my soul that never could have thought that was in the cards for me. It feels painful to let go of the narrative that I am unlovable. I’ve clung to it like a buoy, rocking back and forth, desperate not to risk the choppy waves of life and love and risk and vulnerability. Letting go of the buoy was so fucking painful but it allowed me to feel the crests of those waves, pulling me to shore, allowing me to stand on my own once again.

[ellafrancessanders-deactivated2]

[nevver]

Ella Frances Sanders

[nuance]

[landscape-lunacy]

Moab, Utah - by Dan P. Mace

[chanelbagsandcigarettedrags]