I hate when you like something on tumblr to look at it later but when you actually go back to find it, it’s buried within one million other posts and you’re just sitting here like ‘oh’
I could really go for a pair of noise canceling headphones right about now.
I’m so much cooler on tumblr than in real life but I’m not even cool on tumblr
You can choose what kind of tree you want to become
Idk I just find this beautiful
just imagine cemeteries looking like this
a forest of living, changing, beautiful trees. I think a tombstone represents finality in death while a tree represents the continuation of life. It’s like you are living on symbolically through something greater than yourself. Each tree in a forest is a soul.