(Source: milezperhour, via subjective-objectivity)
// Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep//
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.Mary E. Frye
(Source: maryamahmed)
So Supreme
(Source: blackbrooklyn)
(Source: isayyno, via liveforthethrills)
Be yourself. Fuck the system. Golf Wang
I like to poop
(via gofuckingnuts)
One who functions normally in a sick society, is himself sick.
