imthecrowing: What about the boy? She lay as though she were in a trance With her long eyelashes fluttering like she was dreaming She said to him, “I lie beyond the sea” and then All of a sudden her head dipped back and she vanished Gone, gone without a trace, gone She’s never coming back, do you know what it’s like to live with that? No one knows what it’s like, the only one who knew me, gone I...
Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses...– Oscar Wilde (via dahmerzombiebitch)