Rev 22:20
"I love that sweet smell of decay that surrounds me in forests and woods. A kind of mulchy, deep, rich rot that has no connotation of death or ending, but rather of life and age. A sense of perpetual destruction and rebirth."
-(via wadulisiwoman)


If you are reading this, you have survived your entire life up until this point.

You have survived traumas, heartbreak, devastation, the elements, different phases of life. And here you are.

You go, motherfucker. You’re awesome.

quick summary: willy wonka and the chocolate factory

boy:  i hate being poor
grandpa:  were going to the fun factory
mr chocolate:  hello naughty children its murder time