Do you know what I need? To escape into the mountains, surrounded by tall trees, I will lay on the moss, and breath in the scent of mushrooms, flowers and wet soil.
— L’ Échappée, Les Discrets (via felicefawn)
The earth I tread on is not a dead inert mass. It is a body, has a spirit, is organic, and fluid to the influence of its spirit—and to whatever particle of the spirit is in me.
— Henry David Thoreau (via dirrtyflowerchild)