I love that sweet smell of decay that surrounds me in forests and woods. A kind of mulchy, deep, rich rot that has no connotation of death or ending, but rather of life and age. A sense of perpetual destruction and rebirth.

(via sleepysylph)

lovely-little-lotus:

mooney-princess:

I was sitting on a picnic table in a wine grape orchard talking to my darling about life when I noticed this perfect om sign growing on one of the vines. I still can’t fully believe my eyes looking at this picture. It was such a beautiful sight to see, the universe is a trickster! 

This is so fucking cool

lovely-little-lotus:

mooney-princess:

I was sitting on a picnic table in a wine grape orchard talking to my darling about life when I noticed this perfect om sign growing on one of the vines. I still can’t fully believe my eyes looking at this picture. It was such a beautiful sight to see, the universe is a trickster! 

This is so fucking cool