bertibottsbeans:

ॐ
elenamorelli:

{ by the time we got to oslo the snow was gone 
and we got lost }
"His body smelled like a precious-wood forest; his hair, like sandalwood, his skin, like cedar. It was as if he had always lived among trees and plants."Anaïs Nin (via feellng)

captivesouls:

Nature
this-harvestmoon:

Doodling and longing for colder days ↣
ig {@alexbehn}
danielodowd:

barrut
danielodowd:

Guy Sargent
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