An old soul

On a journey through the unknown

[run-mouse]

“I hear the passing echoes of winter and feel the warming spring on my face.”

— Terri Guillemets 

[mutant-what-not]

The Merry Pranksters arrive at Woodstock with a school bus full of LSD. 1969.John Dominis/The LIFE Picture Collection/Getty Images

[ridethehighwaywest]

Gosh even the soda and beer cans were way cooler

[down-the-rabbith0le]

[ridethehighwaywest]

Oh Sharon taken too soon

[agelessphotography]

Rose in Glass Beaker, Josef Sudek, 1950s

[firstfullmoon]

“Spring has kissed everyone again,”

— George Sarandaris, tr. by Kimon Friar, from Modern Greek Poetry; “Spring Will Commit Murder,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[goshyesvintageads]

R.J. Reynolds Tobacco Co, 1967

[thephotoregistry]

Top Withens, 1945

Bill Brandt

[escuerzoresucitado]

[captainhightop-deactivated20231]

[run-mouse]

“I am the runner of many miles, I am the chaser of my dreams”

— (via runrunrun-asfastasyoucan)

[zegalba]

近藍蓋小菇 Mycena Subcyanocephala fungi translates to the "blue-head" and measures at only a single millimeter.

[xandt]

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sylvia plath feeding blueberries to a deer

[lecter-nexus]

“Old movies are secondhand dreams.”

— Pablo Neruda, from “Ode to a Village Movie Theater,” Selected Odes of Pablo Neruda (California Press, 1990)

[apartment-number13]

[goshyesvintageads]

Julius Kayser & Co, 1955

[firethatgrewsolow]

Southampton, January 22, 1973