Muffliato

Weathered headstones side by side positioned row by row. The remains of all the occupants, the world will soon forego. // But in a couple dozen years those vessels down below, will be nothing more than dirt and sand, and will help the roses grow. // But I want more than roses. Greedy, yes I know. But burn my body and spread the ash over mountains high and low. // For I was told that under pressure, carbon morphs steadily and slow, into striking uncut diamond that will forever gleam and glow. -nnh

[michaelbrunt-blog]

[studdedheartsblog]

[vilicity]

[expressions-of-nature]

Astrakhan Nature Reserve, Russia by Fedor Lashkov

[witheredfern]

[robsesphoto]

A foggy morning at the Grand Tetons National Park

source: robsesphoto

[allesiseenillusie]

[eliminated]

[lionfloss]

Delaney Allen

[katistry]

oh you’re in love? will your lover spread your ashes somewhere beautiful?

[kafkasdiariies]

[kissedbythevoid]

[monnabrisa]

[crunchyleaves-autumndreams-deac]

[nylonpinksy]

[quotemadness]

“I wanted to tell you everything. And that hurt because some things were too scary. Some things even I didn’t understand.”

— Jay Asher

[somnolentsuggestions]

at some point someone’s gonna kiss you on the forehead which is just fucking stellar so stay alive for that