Lucifer in the Sky with Demons

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but Nature more.

I'm in love with rock 'n' roll,
satisfies my soul

This selfish and materialistic society would desperately need some competition by another type of society: one with love, peace, understanding and tolerance. How come there is only one society to choose from??

—Sereno Sky, author of “Lonely Traveller” (on

(Fonte: hippieseurope, via wild-nirvana)

All things that are will eventually no longer be, except death and my love for thee.

—All poets start with Shakespeare (via merelyperception)