Female. 20. I long for the open road; the expanse of never-failing moments of climbing, biking, swimming, kayaking, singing, laughing, crying, listening, reading, loving, sharing, giving in to the newness or sameness of an experience. Moved by music, words, and images, I seek to capture what I can.

luccen:

Foul weather on Georges Bank.
passare:

A really good morning by xTorfinnx on Flickr.
scottdickerson:

Stand up paddling at 10:45pm. Only in #Alaska. Those @boardworkssurf ravens sure look at home here. (Taken with Instagram at Homer Spit)
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise on your lips.
Khalil Gibran (via sigosiendohormiga)
saddest-summer:

Alex Paradis