Revel in Chaos

"The world is full of poetry. The air is living with its spirit; and the waves dance to the music of its melodies, and sparkle in its brightness."

— James Gates Percival

There may be more beautiful times, but this one is ours.

—Jean-Paul Sartre (via f0xfur)

(Source: pigmenting, via tasiturn)

weswallowthesun:

the sirens call, the dark 
ignited with electricity 
a current surging through 
every pore in the cracked skin 
of the earth. the world stills
every hair on end
sparks, fire, dust, wind
trees fold and sway,
the roar of thunder
through blackened cloud
and stinging rain, the storm 
grows, building like a choir 
until waves of sound 
dip into a subtle hush 
on the glowing horizon
wide-eyed and gaping 
we look on in silence  
to remember we still 
have breath in our lungs  

~weswallowthesun

(via theclotheshorse)

May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds. May your rivers flow without end, meandering through pastoral valleys tinkling with bells, past temples and castles and poets towers into a dark primeval forest where tigers belch and monkeys howl, through miasmal and mysterious swamps and down into a desert of red rock, blue mesas, domes and pinnacles and grottos of endless stone, and down again into a deep vast ancient unknown chasm where bars of sunlight blaze on profiled cliffs, where deer walk across the white sand beaches, where storms come and go as lightning clangs upon the high crags, where something strange and more beautiful and more full of wonder than your deepest dreams waits for you — beyond that next turning of the canyon walls.

—Edward Abbey (via theclotheshorse)

(Source: quote-book, via theclotheshorse)

w-ish:

josephine skriver

w-ish:

josephine skriver