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)

lensblr-network:

"If you’re going through hell, keep going.” - Winston Churchill (at Dealu’ Negru)

alienwitchlily:

Lowe Mill

d-eciophobia:

μυστήριον

eduardoseco:

" Apuntes…"       ©Eduardo Seco

metalfuckingheads:

Neige, from Alcest

metalfuckingheads:

Neige, from Alcest

marksandstencils:

'Charlotte came a calling'

edgrantdaily:

Sept. 28