Starting to get a bit emotional about not living with my girls next year, especially Sarah. Quite a few times this week we’ve been doing something or nothing and she’s said “What am I going to do next year when you’re not here?”.
Daily facetimes will be necessary and I’m gonna sort out a week for her to come stay with me and go to Paris.
I am like a ball of diseased organs. Need to book my train back to Newcastle in a months time so I have incentive to survive this term to the end .
and you can choose what kind of tree you want to become
just imagine cemeteries looking like this
life after death
THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I WANTthis is how all cemeteries should look. its awkward to hug a gravestone. imagine hugging your grandma/tree. ugh rebuild all cemeteries
"Forest of the dead"
This is really nice