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this is perfect. i don’t know what else to say
This really is perfect
This broke my heart
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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.
Some things will probably never change. Like the way you rub my back when I lean forward and get too into the movie, or the way you tug my ponytail to loosen the elastic and make it fall out.
But some things have changed. Like the way I used to rely on you. And I don’t think I could ever depend on you that much again.
