don’t mind the stinging misery or dazzling stupor, the lost innocence or the delicacy, the unbearable solitude or the overwhelming lightness, anything that’s fragile and brief, that’s slipping away as you’re looking at it, that’s a story. mine talk about utter freedom, the unsophisticated and truest kind. the one that blossoms in simpler souls, clear like spring water, or in dark spirits that run like madness. mine talk about kindred ones, and fearless love, times when there was no place for arrogant ambitions, and wanting less, meant feeling more.

(guen fiore)

my beloved van. passo gardena, italy, may 2016

someone once told me to
always live for the little things in life.
live for 5am sunrises and 5pm sunsets
where you’ll see colours in the sky
that don’t usually belong.
live for road trips and bike rides
with music in your ears
and the wind in your hair.
live for days when you’re surrounded
by your favorite people who make you realise
that the world is not
a cold, harsh place.
live for the little things because
they’ll make you realise that
this is what life is about,
this is what it means to be

Go out, go out I beg of you and taste the beauty of the wild. Behold the miracle of the earth with all the wonder of a child. 

-Edna Jaques