I destroy myself so you can’t. —Six Word Story #1  (via w-ildfires)
Oh all the money that e’er I spent
I spent it in good company
And all the harm that e’er I’ve done
Alas, it was to none but me
And all I’ve done for want of wit
To memory now I can’t recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all

Oh all the comrades that e’er I’ve had
Are sorry for my going away
And all the sweethearts that e’er I’ve had
Would wish me one more day to stay
But since it falls unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I’ll gently rise and I’ll softly call
Good night and joy be with you all

Don’t bring me flowers.
I already know
they will die
and I am tired
of beautiful things
falling apart
and reminding me
of you. —mkp (via frails)



the starry sky on the himalayas



I am a ghost