I hate that it had to be you, but I’m glad your no longer suffering. You’re gonna be so missed, forever loved. Rest easy, beautiful.

"Being alive is fucking brilliant. And then it ends. For ever. Our atoms scattered around the universe and used for other shit. Perfect."

"People say to you, ‘you’ve changed’, or something like that, well, I hope, for the sake of God that you have changed, because I don’t want to be the same person all my life. I want to be growing, I want to be expanding. I want to be changing. Because animate things change, inanimate things don’t change. Dead things don’t change. And the heart should be alive, it should be changing, it should be moving, it should be growing, its knowledge should be expanding."

"April is the cruelest month, breeding
lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
memory and desire, stirring
dull roots with spring rain."

T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land (via traumachu)

(Source: petrichour, via langleav)