Daniel Meszar

Daniel Meszar

Daniel Meszar
További ötletek tőle: Daniel
Gibson Les Paul bad news guitar

Gibson Les Paul bad news guitar

Hiking

Hiking

Aran Islands, Inishmore, Ireland

Aran Islands, Inishmore, Ireland

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woodlands wanderlust landscape travel sky beach hike paris holiday romatic bucketlist flowers adventure europe architectureadventure forest floor Misty Forest Most Beautiful Nature Photography organic adventure the wild evergreen fall autumn fog hippie boho bohemian black and white silhouette photo fog spring crocuses moss dew girl maybe hike hiking friends explore road trip trail cliff mysterious tumblr aesthetic cozy under a geometric Aztec blanket

waterside campsite | camping + outdoors.

waterside campsite | camping + outdoors.

Orsos Island | Floating, Luxury Yacht. Amazing what people can dream up and then build!♔LadyLuxury♔

Orsos Island | Floating, Luxury Yacht. Amazing what people can dream up and then build!♔LadyLuxury♔

Aran Islands, Inishmore, Ireland

Aran Islands, Inishmore, Ireland

Stunning sunset view of Puert Rico

Stunning sunset view of Puert Rico

I walked slowly to enjoy this freedom, and when I came out of the mountains, I saw the sky over the prairie, and I thought that if heaven was real, I hoped it was a place I never had to go, for this earth was greater than any paradise. Daniel J. Rice

I walked slowly to enjoy this freedom, and when I came out of the mountains, I saw the sky over the prairie, and I thought that if heaven was real, I hoped it was a place I never had to go, for this earth was greater than any paradise. Daniel J. Rice

Có những ngày chỉ muốn trở về quê  Nằm nghe gió rít qua hàng song cửa  Nói với mẹ: Con không đi làm nữa  Mẹ nuôi con đọc sách hết đời, nghe?

Có những ngày chỉ muốn trở về quê Nằm nghe gió rít qua hàng song cửa Nói với mẹ: Con không đi làm nữa Mẹ nuôi con đọc sách hết đời, nghe?