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, The Bell Jar (via thehipsterkids)
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In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: It goes on.Robert Frost (via cheesegasm)
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