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 to-morrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.
Sylvia Plath (via je-veux-juste-mourir)

(Source: versosdeumprincipe)

You know what I need?

turnedintoazombie:

an0thercliche:

I need someone to call me and say ‘hi, come outside, lets hang out, smoke cigarettes and drink some beer while listening to good music!’ It ain’t gonna happen, though. But it would be nice. It would make me feel a lot better.

yup