the chronicles of a gypsy donkey.

I travel frequently in order to escape the feeling that I am waiting for someone who will never come. When traveling, I meet so many new people that I hardly have time to miss the people who are missing from the present picture. Somehow we didn’t love enough to stay together? But in the end, you can’t hide from experiencing your own raw emotions. I find out how deep my love for you runs. I wish the wind, my old friend, would blow you close to me.

I am tired.

Let me sleep.

There is surrender in sadness.

knewdrew:

reverse graffiti.

instead of using actual spray cans…some artist are just cleaning dirt off of certain areas to make their masterpieces. and they are calling it reverse graffiti. kind of brilliant.

Kikuo Takano  - “A Pool of Water”:(yama-bato). (via sans-tete)

(via s-luteva)

Mosier livin’: happy summer y’allz!

cool.

(Source: mandaflewaway, via onlytowardschaos)

Hood River

just watched some Planet Earth on t.v. These three creatures fascinate me. Our planet’s biodiversity astounds me.

Earth, you blow my mind.

My soul is a butterfly, fluttering freely, drunk on the sunshine of this universe.