wittlehorns:

cabin-feaver:

I’ve been wanting to see these photos together from early spring

where life is scarce where death sings where the beauty is fouund but not in its “true” form find them now before you loose sight we are leaving you behind bc you can not see the beauty in death and there is no denying that death is real, so live so fully and passionately that you forget about death. and by. the time. it cums. you will. be so full. with relief. bc you gave it your all, its time, to start a fresh——— ……

cabin-feaver:

When I got to the last line of trees
My eyes filled with tears
I wept as I stepped out of the shade and into the sunlight

Yet another year


Box turtle