I was trying to unfold a new today,
But you were still holding on to yesterday.
Attempting to start anew with a clean slate,
Yet your spite you just can’t wash away.
Impressions marked by silly mistakes,
Memories of which one can’t seem to shake.
Though I was willing to forget it all,
Make a clean break.
But I guess this is one that just got away.
Get me off of this Earth
-slave wail chorus-
STRUGGLERRONI!!!!!!!!!!! AHHH MAAAAAAAAAAAH GAAAAAAAAAWD!!!!!!!
I’m so done with y’all
Erika n Scrappy Just gettin clowned all over these cold innanet streets…
You can choose what kind of tree you want to become
Idk I just find this beautiful
just imagine cemeteries looking like this
a forest of living, changing, beautiful trees. I think a tombstone holds much more finality in death than a tree. It’s like you are living on symbolically through something greater than yourself.