Cemeteries Aren't Creepy They're Actually Devoted To Memory And Rest And Love And Humanity

In the evening,I heard you listening to music,it was hollywood. Cool music and you enjoyed it without me. I was alone in the next room,and you enjoyed the music and smoking a cigarette.You looked happier and in PEACE.

I think, peace was missing in us.

arabic poetry is so beautifully yet painfully romantic, i mean “they asked “do you love her to death?” i said “speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life" and “because my love for you is higher than words, i've decided to fall silent" could have got jane austen crying and shaking

the autobiography of red, anne carson // the hours, michael cunningham // autobiography of my hungers, eduardo c. corral // the embrace, ron hicks // to myself, ron hicks // desire, years and years // how to live safely in a science fictional universe, charles yu // birds hover the trampled field, richard siken //  romantic soul, ron hicks // ego, m. roosevelt & mitski

#let nature heal us

Mary Oliver, “From the Book of Time”

Maggie Stiefvater, “Blue Lily, Lily Blue”

Sylvia Plath, “The Bell Jar”

Walt Whitman, “Leaves of Grass”

This is so true

Alain de Botton // Jon Kabat-Zinn // unknown

Kristen Miranda // F. Scott Fitzgerald // r.i.d.

Frantic in my fury I had no time for decisions; I only remembered that death in battle is glorious.

- Virgil, The Aeneid

- Clarice Lispector, A Breath of Life.