If it involves mountains, breakfast food, coffee or campfires - I’m in.
"She lives in the green poking through snow, she lives in the rustling stalks of dying autumn corn, she lives where the dead come to be kissed and the living send their prayers. She lives in the place where language is made."
Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Ph. D.
Women Who Run With the Wolves (via borjen)
"When boys choose you for one night, walk away.
When they don’t have the decency to be honest, run.
And don’t turn around. There is nothing left to feel
in the places you have already been.
You don’t have to make yourself smaller so you can fit in his world.
You are vast. You are strong. You are more than most can hold.
Be proud of that.
Carry yourself like a diamond,
like a volcano on the verge of erupting.
Carry yourself like something precious and strong,
beautiful and intimidating.
You belong to yourself."
Just be fucking honest about how you feel about people while you’re alive.