Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish it’s source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings. — Anais Nin
Manila (taken with instagram)
Deus Bali Slidetober Fest - Bali, Indonesia
(Source: gethealthygetsexy, via bethanyhamm)
and how lucky is it that the land tapers into the ocean in just the right way so that when lumps of energy approach from a thousand miles away they gently rise up and crash at just the perfect speed so that we can wave our little arms and match their speed and hang at the crest weightless for just a second before sliding down the face. free to ride it in any way you please. and there’s not just one of them. there’s tons of them. they keep coming. all different sizes shapes and speeds. everyday they’re different. endless joy. — Dane Reynolds
I’m thrilled by the way photographs have this special relationship with the world as we see it…
Byron Bay, Australia (Instagram)
Kuta Beach - Bali, Indonesia (Instagram)
Kowloon, Hong Kong (Instagram)
pastel skies, australia