I can now recreate life in a way that was hidden from me before.
- Basil Hallward, The portrait of Dorian Gray
“Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.”
- Sylvia Plath
― Billy-Ray Belcourt, A History of My Brief Body
[text ID: To love someone is firstly to confess: I’m prepared to be devastated by you.]