upclosefromafar
upclosefromafar:

annaehrgott:

We ran out of gas, rolled up in neutral, waited for this van to pull out of a spot then pushed our van in. We surfed for hours till some friends brought us a few gallons of gas. I will never forget these days. Everything is an adventure, a test of your wit, and adds riches to your memory bank. The road and the times spent on it are the most meaningful. The things that I define myself by and that I dream of every night reflect my days without a home and without destination or a tangible end.


~My Hidden Nirvana~

upclosefromafar:

annaehrgott:

We ran out of gas, rolled up in neutral, waited for this van to pull out of a spot then pushed our van in. We surfed for hours till some friends brought us a few gallons of gas. I will never forget these days. Everything is an adventure, a test of your wit, and adds riches to your memory bank. The road and the times spent on it are the most meaningful. The things that I define myself by and that I dream of every night reflect my days without a home and without destination or a tangible end.

~My Hidden Nirvana~

jaundrell

ridge:

me as a parent 

travel-through-mountains
I traced the words on your arm,
that were carved in black ink.
I traced them softly, slowly,
careful not to let you crack.
I ran my finger along your skin
because it was much easier than saying -
“It’s scary how much your eyes
can shake me.
It’s terrifying the way we fit together
so seamlessly.
I want you here and now,
and all the time,
and forever.”
Making those words come out of my mouth
was impossible.
But touching you -
the curled, dark script,
the milk of your skin,
the swell of muscles on your back -
that was easy.
Isabel Klee - Tattoo (via travel-through-mountains)