well, now
if little by little
you stop loving me,
i shall stop
loving you
little by little

if suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me
for i shall
already have
forgotten
you



From my rotting body, flowers shall grow, and I am in them, and that is eternity.
~ Edvard Munch (via femur)

(Source: nmliu, via femur)

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