passively happy

highness beckons

Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no to-morrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.

Oscar Wilde (via idealizable)

(Source: minuty)

That’s why she’s in love with you, you know… There were a lot of other boys, but they didn’t scare her. She rather frightened them, I think. You’re very different. But I think you frightened her, and that’s why she likes you.

—Aurelia Plath, Sylvia 

(Source: hellanne, via crashinthefastlane)