Um.. I think I’m done.
Anonymous asked: everything ok?
uhh, i guess..
I guess death is meeting me at a certain date in time. It may not be tomorrow, or the day after. It may not be forty years from now, but it’s there, waiting for a greeting. It’s waiting to have that cup of tea before we go on a long trip to the place I’ve only dreamed of going.
(Source: yourscarstellastory, via hell-or-higher-water)