when i die i want to be buried under a tree so i nourish the tree and the tree grows with me in it and jeremy can go visit the tree and maybe make a bench beside it or maybe if he isn’t too old to sit on the ground without breaking something he can lay under me and we can be like the boy and the tree in that shel silverstein book. minus the part where the boy chops the tree down to sell for money in the city.
is this a weird topic? i don’t think so, i find it comforting. i like to think of my life as a whole with a beginning and an end - a circle. it’s especially nice to talk with jeremy about it because he’ll be there with me through it all. from now until then and all the growy, wrinkly, shrinky ages in between.
is this a weird topic? i don’t think so, i find it comforting. i like to think of my life as a whole with a beginning and an end - a circle. it’s especially nice to talk with jeremy about it because he’ll be there with me through it all. from now until then and all the growy, wrinkly, shrinky ages in between.
aw i bet we’ll be so small when we’re old. like people might mistake us for garden gnomes.
i know these conversations seem a tad premature but also not. like it wouldn't surprise me to wake up tomorrow beside jeremy and we're 95. life seems to blink by so much quicker when you're holding hands with the one you'll share it with.
i know these conversations seem a tad premature but also not. like it wouldn't surprise me to wake up tomorrow beside jeremy and we're 95. life seems to blink by so much quicker when you're holding hands with the one you'll share it with.
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yes 2 little shriveled benjamin buttonses
good thing i'll be dead already
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