When your best friend eats shit. Yes
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❝
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 (1963)
(Source: themiserychic, via black-leather)
