And by everything, I literally mean everything. I notice when someone stops hitting me up like they used to. I notice when the way someone talks to me starts changing. I notice the little things that people do, and the little things they used to do. I notice when things change, and when it’s no longer the same. I notice every single little detail. I just don’t say anything.

llbwwb:

Opss,I fell! by Stefano Ronchi.

lilaira:

seapeny:

rainbow-road-to-happiness:

You can choose what kind of tree you want to become

Idk I just find this beautiful 

just imagine cemeteries looking like this

a forest of living, changing, beautiful trees. I think a tombstone holds much more finality in death than a tree. It’s like you are living on symbolically through something greater than yourself.

this is a serious post about how much I want this. I’ll make sure my family knows.

I love this idea because of reasons…..