1. saepphire:


    By Alexandra Sophie

    Jardin fleuris is a series representing the different ages of a woman. The first picture is called Virgin Soil, the second is called Mûres which means both “blackberries” and “mature” representing puberty and first periods, the third picture is called Broken Eggs. Broken eggs represent the loss of virginity in arts. The fourth photo is called Blossom in the Garden and represents a mother with her inner fertile garden.

    (via entheogenicmushroomomens)



  3. smallandtinyhomeideas:

    Tim & Hannah’s off-grid micro cabin | via Apartment Therapy

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  4. 7sunriseoversea:

    frolicking in the waters of Wadi Mujib, Jordan 

    (via love-and-goodvibes)



  6. wordpainting:



  7. explore-everywhere:


    (Source: -teesa-)


  8. parkingstrange:






    isn’t there a part of the bible where god gets mad at a fig tree for not having any figs on it and curses the fig tree?

    yeah there legit is that’s 100% true


    Oh my god

    last time we reblogged this we got anon hate from the christian community. You guys really are passionate about your figs.

    (via embrace-your-earth)





  12. kim-jong-chill:

    what a difference 50 years can make

    or not

    (via herbgardening)


  13. old-pine-life:

    I went to a market today in midtown and met a girl who was selling her poems. You pick your topic and price and she writes you a poem on the spot. The girl before me traded her favorite drawing pen for a poem. I traded $3 for a poem about traveling. 

    (Source: petivit, via re-iki)


  14. Meditation doesn’t change life. Life remains as fragile and unpredictable as ever. Meditation changes the heart’s capacity to accept life as it is. It teaches the heart to be more accommodating; not by beating it into submission, but by making it clear that accommodation is a gratifying choice

    Sylvia Boorstein (via belovedlotus)


    (via elige)

    (via ashramof1)


  15. I’d like every girl in the world to have a poem of her own
    I’ve written for her I don’t even want to make love to them all anymore
    just write things your body makes me delirious your face enchants me
    you are a wonder of soul spirit intelligence one for every one
    listen! everyone! you have your own poem now
    it’s yours as much as your heart as much as your own life is
    you can do things to it shine it up iron it dress it in doll clothes
    — C. K. Williams, from “Yours,” Collected Poems (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 2006)

    (Source: apoetreflects)