Then there is the boy you can never stop thinking about. Whenever you see his name, it trips you up. Even if it’s one that belongs to many others, even if he belongs to someone else.

You know he is a symbol of your weakness, your Kryptonite. How he rushes in like wildfire and burns through everything you worked so hard to build since he last left you in ashes.


by Lang Leav (Signposts, Lullabies)
eartheld:

mostly nature
saepphire:


altleaf:

destroyed-and-abandoned:

Mossy table tops at an abandoned hotel in Japan

This reminds me of the last of us wow
nostalgic-dreaming:

Into the woods by Julianne Bonasera on Flickr.

more-running:

therunninglifechoseme:

The hardest part of running is believing in yourself when your lungs are on fire and your legs feel like lead. You can always go faster than you think. 

Words to live by during today’s Race.

zachattackrules:

Last night we camped out on a giant disc structure on top of a mountain that overlooks all of Los Angeles county. It was a good night.