Environmental Engineer. Backcountry Skier. Aspiring Cyclist. Three year Vegetarian. Wanderlust couch-surfer. Honorary Slovakian. Improving crack climber. Puppy lover.
John Muir posses the keys to my soul.


you think that your
mouth is too crooked
but I promise it’s perfect

I see the way you
hug your stomach
the way you turn
when you lift your
But all I see
is the delicate
jut of your
hip bones
and the quiet
ridges of your rib cage

I wish I could erase
what you feel
with my words.

I wish I could
make you love

you’ve become
so offended
with yourself,
shamed by change.

I have seen all of you.
I can see you.
I know who you are.
I love you.

the taut line in your calves.
the soft bend of your knees.
your hipbones, pressing under skin.
the hollow dip of your stomach.
the gentle climb of your rib cage.
your beautiful shaking hands and kind shoulders.
the ridges of your collarbone.
the lilt of your smile.

that is what I see.
that is truth.

—    for my best friend
April 15 2014 (via buttondownsandbackpacks)

“ There will always be a reason why you meet people. Either you need them to change your life or you’re the one that will change theirs. ”

—    Angel Flonis Harefa (via psych-facts)

(via saultite)

I have the oddest combo of tanlines;

Goggle Tan. Cycling Tan. Chaco Tan.

Respect the tanlines.