"She drapes herself in fabric the color of the earth and sky so she blends with the landscape as she walks barefoot, careful so as not to disturb the life that calls the ground and trees home. She gathers petals and leaves that have fallen, and uses them to adorn her hair and body, soaking in their energy. She lives by the sun, loves by the moon, dances with the stars, sings with the wind and grows with the trees."

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phorests:

pine—forest:

vacants:

(by Lucy.Ferguson)

☮winter indie nature grunge vintage❅


ARTIST	Angus & Julia Stone
TRACK	The Devil's Tears
ALBUM	Down The Way
PLAYS	640

indiebreakfast:

✞indiebreakfast✞

sapta-loka:

neil

gnostic-forest:

LOVE this

jihyoo:

untitled by angie teresi on Flickr.

grahamwalzer:

Poppys Plants. Carmel, California. 2012

We go into the trees and find a field of wildflowers. Singing, we pick, pick apart and pull together until heaps of flowers fall out of our arms. Milkweed, queen anne’s lace, indigo, poppies, buttercups. Daisies, lavender, bulbous eyebright, until there are none left. Ants and aphids crawl down our backs like sweat. Bees and hummingbirds vet us, furious. Pollen paints our hands, our skin bakes, basted with inchworm spittle and stems’ broken juices. We find a field of green grass, surrounded by trees. A rash is spreading up my neck. Your eyes water. We picked them all, and never return.

~ Laura Straub, from “Short Love Poem”

(Source: mitochondria)