Whisper Wolf

Death doesn’t exist. It never did, it never will. But we’ve drawn so many pictures of it, so many years, trying to pin it down, comprehend it, we’ve got to thinking of it as an entity, strangely alive and greedy. All it is, however, is a stopped watch, a loss, an end, a darkness. Nothing.

—Ray Bradbury (Something Wicked this Way Comes)

(Source: theliterarybox, via animadvertistine)

The only people I would care to be with now are artists and people who have suffered: those who know what beauty is, and those who know what sorrow is: nobody else interests me.

—Oscar Wilde (via loveyourchaos)

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