
It’s about time. We got out.

It’s about time. We got out.
(Source: annarnott)
I want to speak to my God,
Who is to me a mountain.
He is colossal.
His summit, the pillowed star.
And I, lie broken at the foot
Shards of his glory.
I want to speak to my God
Who is to me a mountain,
With a face of
Water, that full of knowledge
Weeps,
But keeps a wind to…
(Source: raleighworkshop)
(via framesofreadingroad)

(Source: thepursuitaesthetic, via awelltraveledwoman)
Hans Hofmann: Exuberance (1955) via AKAG