maybe the past is unattainable, maybe what has rotted has rotted for good. even so, it can still feed the growth of something new 🪴

there’s nothing i wanted more than to clutch on to your memory for as long as i could, but oh angel can’t you see, you’re free

what’s it take to get your number, what’s it take to bring you home?

Don't fear god,
Don't worry about death;
What is good is easy to get, and
What is terrible is easy to endure.

— Philodemus