redwoodcollective:

So around November a friend gave me a deer carcass for a project I’m in the process of cultivating. I left it hang in a tree over winter to dry out. Today, I went to take it down…but to my surprise, I found new life forming in the heart of death. 
it’s okay to miss the people who were bullets to you
- poems from my uncles grave   (via cultivate-solitude)

(Source: howl-in-rockland, via elauxe)


turningpoint2:

{emmadimarco}
The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun.
- Christopher McCandless (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

(Source: suchgoodbehavior, via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)