to love life, to love it even
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you’ve held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it.
When grief sits with you, its tropical heat
thickening the air, heavy as water
more fit for gills than lungs;
when grief weights you like your own flesh
only more of it, an obesity of grief,
you think, How can a body withstand this?
Then you hold life like a face
between your palms, a plain face,
no charming smile, no violet eyes,
and you say, yes, I will take you
I will love you, again.
by "The Thing Is," Ellen Bass (via commovente)

(via rustyvoices)


Going Up
Read books. Care about things. Get excited. Try not to be too down on yourself. Enjoy the ever-present game of knowing.
by Hank Green  (via thatkindofwoman)

(Source: quote-book, via coffeebooksandmountains)

sleeping in a bus with the pups exploring norcal
(Johnston Canyon, Banff 2014)