(Source: piur)
(via vauxvintage)
(Source: loom-ing, via alizarin--crimson)
Our hands tell stories. Our hands love one another and give one another the strength to rise up and onward. There is wisdom with our hands, let us keep them close to the earth and within the nourishment there. We become withered with old age, our perceptions wider and larger like the sky above and may our judgments fall downwards like dead petals to be reborn into a deeper reverence for all.
(Source: browndresswithwhitedots, via ciaochaoscalmchariot)
Fall into Autumn.
Ryan McGinley
Francesca Marti
Federica Bebber


