The thing that scares me, isn’t death nor darkness.
What scares me is being forgotten. No one is remembered forever.
As the next generation fades away, so do the memories of your deeds and sins.
When I die, my friends and family will mourn.
Once they pass as well, who spreads the word of my achievements?
How about my struggles?
The answer? Simple. No one.
this is beautiful because it could mean anything. its like they have left you to finish off the sentence for yourself. it could be “let her know right now that she’s beautiful, that you love her, that you cheated, that your have cancer or that you are depressed, but there is one definite meaning to this and its: let her know right now before its too late, before you hurt her even more (if its bad), before its the wrong time and she doesn’t feel the same way (if its an emotion). that is why this is my absolute favourite picture on tumblr
dont be an emotionless as a brick wall, be true to your heart
shit’s deep, man.
tru, i wonder how far down they had to dig to place the foundation for the wall