little-druid-faerie:

How could you NOT fall in love with the glow of the moon and stars, the warmth of the sun, the ancient life within the trees, and the sweet melodies of the winds?

(Source: thedruidsforest, via stoner-fairie)

At my wedding

green-globbin:

I’m giving out joints for the toast. I don’t give a fuck what anyone says and everyone of age better light that shit up, grandma you’re not getting out of this.

(via 666-grams)