Hi. I'm Emily.

20, South Carolina.

Anthropology major.

Avid fan of food, music, cats, beards, and the mountains.

gypsylolita:

To the moon
"And the night smells like snow.
Walking home for a moment
you almost believe you could start again.
And an intense love rushes to your heart,
and hope. It’s unendurable, unendurable."
written by Franz Wright, closing lines to “Night Walk” from God’s Silence  (via dreamguide)
existential-wilderness:

06 by Anastasia Glebova on Flickr.

(via thedapperproject)
"Don’t ignore the Spirit’s attempts to engage you, my friend. The conviction, the stirring, is the call of your Father, drawing you back to Himself, inviting you to put an end to your running, to start what needs to happen for things to get turned back around."
written by Priscilla Shirer (via k-lanae)