the look of love

the rush of blood

Do not stand
By my grave, and weep,
I am not there,
I do not sleep

I am the thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints in snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle, autumn rain.

As you awake with morning's hush,
I am the swift, up-flinging rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the day transcending night.

Do not stand
By my grave, and cry
I am not there,
I did not die.

Clare Harner - Immortality

MD
1999-2024
https://t.me/MDevoid

We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.

-Oscar Wilde

It's the things we do, or the things we must

ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴡ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ ᴏғ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴄᴜssᴇᴅ
sᴏ ɢᴏ sʟᴇᴇᴘ ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴇɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴜsᴛ.

Telegram feels like a hollow shell of broken dreams without his memes

You and me got a whole lot of history

It's inevitable, everything that's good comes to an end

Seems to me when I die these words will be written in my stone

Goodbyes are bittersweet

Hubble

He pursued false shadows and had nothing to show for it but exhaustion

-Ango Sakaguchi

Death death death

وَعَدَ اللَّهُ الَّذِينَ آمَنُوا وَعَمِلُوا الصَّالِحَاتِ مِنْهُم مَّغْفِرَةً وَأَجْرًا عَظِيمًا