My dad in 1975, in rural Alabama, on his way to meet my mom and fall in love in Louisiana… though he didn’t know that yet.

The name of this little store called for a stop, and a state trooper came, as so many did, to ask about his backpack. Friendly astonished encounters with a man walking across America in the 70s. This photo is from the first article about the walk from @natgeo magazine. April, 1977. #awalkacrossamerica #aninspiredson #OregonToPatagonia


"haha i don’t care" 

*goes home and cries*

(via borinq)


*forgets what im talking about halfway through a sentence*

(Fonte: meladoodle, via borinq)


its kinda scary when you waste an entire day doing nothing and time just passes

(via borinq)

me: damn i need to save my money
me: *spends $200 in a week*

indie | Tumblr on We Heart It. http://weheartit.com/entry/77676342/via/n_o_s_t_a_l_g_i_a
"The one who plants trees, knowing that he will never sit in their shade, has at least started to understand the meaning of life."
Tagore  (via firdou-s)

(Fonte: florianbaumgartner, via wolfmanssister)


Stokksnes, Iceland.

Oh, man. I need to knit again.

untitled by tara reese on Flickr.

Super snowy Harajuku at 2am on Valentine’s Day night 2014.