When I die
I want to be put straight into the ground. I want my body to become flowers, I feel like that’s important. I want my journals, all of them, ripped apart so all my memories can be buried with me. Every page degrading with my body so my soul can seep freely back into earth.
When I die, make sure my blood flows over the pages of my journals, over my body, into the ground. And when I die most importantly have a celebration filled with drugs, flowers, sex, glitter, and fireworks. Remember you didn’t know all of me. Remember you’ll never know more of me. Remember me.












