kissmyassolantern

Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again, And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou go To mix for ever with the elements, To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould. Yet not to thine eternal resting-place Shalt thou retire alone, nor couldst thou wish Couch more magnificent. "Thanatopsis", William Cullen Bryant...I remember studying that poem in college, when I was smart and death was far away. I've done and been umpteen kinds of stupid since, and from here seems like dying just sucks balls

“So it is better to speak / remembering / we were never meant to survive.” Audre Lorde