this atmosphere/coloring reminds me of like waking up from a daytime nap and not knowing like what the date or year is

"Take care of the land…someday you’ll be part of it"
- sign on our hike in Chantery Flats

I want to write poems on your skin with my lips.

— Eleven word story (via c0caine—kiss3s)

summertime is singing loud in the car at sunset
Reminds me of home.

Being happy is a very personal thing—and it really has nothing to do with anyone else .

— Abraham-Hicks, Getting Into the Vortex  (via bodv)