I HAVE SUCH AN OBSESSIVE PERSONALITY ONCE I LIKE SOMEONE OR THING I LITERALLY DO NOT SHUT UP OR STOP THINKING ABOUT THEM ITS REALLY EMBARRASSING BUT IM TOO BLINDED BY MY INFATUATION TO CARE
Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.
Sleep is lovely, death is better still -
not to have been born is of course the miracle.