One of the best feelings in the world is knowing that your presence and absence both mean something to someone.
- (via apocalyptic-bliss)
(Source: thoughtcatalog.com)
At least I have the flowers of myself,
and my thoughts, no god
can take that;
I have the fervour of myself for a presence
and my own spirit for light;
and my spirit with its loss
knows this;
though small against the black,
small against the formless rocks,
hell must break before I am lost;
before I am lost,
hell must open like a red rose
for the dead to pass.