Ask me anything  

🎶If I find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world.🎶

۞ Spontaneous spirit ۞

nature

woods

cosmos

crystals

incense

candles

oils

oneness

angels

owls

plants

music

books

documentaries

tea &red wine

philosophy

psychology

yoga

pranayama

meditationॐ

cultures

vegetarianism

veganism

holistic medicine

organic food

traveling

ocean breeze

star gazing

dancing under the moonlight

......and much more


"🍃::Go somewhere green, go where you can breath fresh air. Hug a tree, lay on the grass and feel the rhythm of the earth. Dance barefoot let your feet feel the connection we have lost thru out time.::🍂
~ wildflower🌸"
— 2 days ago

"We understand why children are afraid of darkness, but why are men afraid of light?"
— 2 days ago with 450 notes

"Three simple rules in life. 1. If you do not go after what you want, you’ll never have it. 2. If you do not ask, the answer will always be no. 3. If you do not step forward, you will always be in the same place."
(via fawun)

(Source: purpleemoon, via viewitupsidedown)

— 3 days ago with 139675 notes

justenoughisplenty:

Seri Indians of Sonora traditionally paint not effigies but themselves. Basket maker Angelita Torres applies natural pigments and lipstick in a tooth design. Ephemeral art, meticulously created, instantly destroyed, is a hallowed tradition in Mexico.

National Geographic - May, 1978

justenoughisplenty:

Seri Indians of Sonora traditionally paint not effigies but themselves. Basket maker Angelita Torres applies natural pigments and lipstick in a tooth design. Ephemeral art, meticulously created, instantly destroyed, is a hallowed tradition in Mexico.

National Geographic - May, 1978

(via soulofpachamama)

— 3 days ago with 629 notes

"Home is in my hair, my lips, my arms, my thighs, my feet and my hands. I am my own home. And when I wake up crying in the morning, thinking of how lonely I am, I pinch my skin, tug at my hair, remind myself that I am alive. Remind myself to step outside and greet the morning. Remind myself that it’s all about forward motion. It’s all about change. It’s all about that elusive state.
Freedom."
— 3 days ago with 34626 notes

humansofnewyork:

“I think one of the neighbors had beef with my mother. Because one day when my mom went to the store, and left us alone for just a few minutes, child services came and took us away. My sister and I got split up. I got sent to a group home. It was like a prison— everybody there was looking out for themselves. I’d call my mother and cry on the phone but she’d just say she was sorry, and there was nothing she could do, and she was trying. After a few months, my sister and I got moved into a foster home. Our foster mother was this old lady named Ms. Elizabeth. She let our mother come visit us even though she wasn’t supposed to. And she took us to church and prayed with us, and every Sunday she’d cook us a huge dinner and completely deck out the table like it was Thanksgiving. It was like some movie shit. We’d never had anything like that before. Even when we moved back with our mother, we would alway visit Ms. Elizabeth up until the time she passed away.”

humansofnewyork:

“I think one of the neighbors had beef with my mother. Because one day when my mom went to the store, and left us alone for just a few minutes, child services came and took us away. My sister and I got split up. I got sent to a group home. It was like a prison— everybody there was looking out for themselves. I’d call my mother and cry on the phone but she’d just say she was sorry, and there was nothing she could do, and she was trying. After a few months, my sister and I got moved into a foster home. Our foster mother was this old lady named Ms. Elizabeth. She let our mother come visit us even though she wasn’t supposed to. And she took us to church and prayed with us, and every Sunday she’d cook us a huge dinner and completely deck out the table like it was Thanksgiving. It was like some movie shit. We’d never had anything like that before. Even when we moved back with our mother, we would alway visit Ms. Elizabeth up until the time she passed away.”

— 3 days ago with 12230 notes

"I will love you forever; whatever happens. Until I die and after I die, and when I find my way out of the land of the dead, I’ll drift about forever, all my atoms, until I find you again."
Phillip Pullman, The Amber Spyglass (via psych-facts)
— 3 days ago with 2544 notes

mujeristaxicana:

Mirate…No Eres Libre
(Take a look at yourself…You Are Not Free)

mujeristaxicana:

Mirate…No Eres Libre

(Take a look at yourself…You Are Not Free)

(Source: patiandopiedrasporelcamino, via neomexicanismos)

— 4 days ago with 309 notes

"View all problems as challenges. Look upon negativities that arise as opportunities to learn and to grow. Don’t run from them, condemn yourself, or bury your burden in saintly silence. You have a problem? Great. More grist for the mill. Rejoice, dive in, and investigate."
Bhante Henepola Gunaratana (via liberatingreality)
— 6 days ago with 95 notes

"

I want to build my own house, high in the mountains, so high that i’m frequently in and above the clouds.
I want to artistically plant different types of trees in my canvas of garden, flowers, fruit and veggies too.
I want to wake up early every morning to the music of birds, salute the morning sun and swallow the fresh mountain air.
I want to walk the forest, talk to plants, monkeys, birds, insects and trees.
I want to bathe in rivers, clouds and dirt.
I want to draw, sing, dance, read and explore all day - every day.
I want to escape from the constraints of time and clothes.
I want my love to be there with me, lost in nature, love and existence.
I want to grow old with the familiar trees.
I want my body to wither like the autumn leaves and seep into dirt.
I want my existence to leave nothing but the vibrations of love and curiosity that will bounce off nature for as long as trees stand.
I must escape this concrete jungle.
I want to be free.
I want to be free.
I want to be free.
I want to be free.
I need to be free.

But how can I escape when there’s so much to change..
Do I delve in nature’s beauty while it’s still there, or gamble my love and passion with man’s greed?

"
— 6 days ago with 2619 notes

"The soul needs autumn. Let what’s dead fall. Let the wind sweep it up and blow it away. Your colors are changing; it’s so beautiful. Don’t be sad it was a part of you and now is gone. Some things have to die. It’s their season. You can’t hold on. This is your season to let it all fall. Shed what’s dead. Be free, stand tall. There will be a time to bloom again."
your roots remain //  (via steepyoursoul)

(Source: breanna-lynn, via steepyoursoul)

— 6 days ago with 2584 notes

"I believe in love. I believe in hard times and love winning. I believe marriage is hard. I believe people make mistakes. I believe people can want two things at once. I believe people are selfish and generous at the same time. I believe very few people want to hurt others. I believe that you can be surprised by life. I believe in happy endings."
Isabel Gillies, Happens Every Day: An All-Too-True Story (via feellng)

(via whispsofinvisibleme)

— 6 days ago with 7919 notes