When you die, I want
to be the flower blooming
on your grave. Not in honor,
but in spite, because yes,
I grew from your rot,
but I still reached the light
you never saw; will never
see again.
written by Cassidy Black, Spite, page 39 of Heartbeat 100 (via euo)
(via tokeepintouch)
You have me. Until every last star in the galaxy dies. You have me.
written by Amie Kaufman, Illuminae
(via wordsnquotes)
written by Amie Kaufman, Illuminae
(via wordsnquotes)
(via se17enteen)
