Don’t go. I’ll eat you up I love you so.
—KW, Where The Wild Things Are
—KW, Where The Wild Things Are
—India Arie, This Too Shall Pass
—Jake Owen
do not stand at my grave and weep,i am not there, i do not sleep.i am in a thousand winds that blow,i am the softly falling snow.i am the gentle showers of rain,i am the fields of ripening grain.i am in the morning hush,i am in the graceful rushof beautiful birds in circling flight,i am the starshine of the night.i am in the flowers that bloom,i am in a quiet room.i am in the birds that sing,i am in each lovely thing.do not stand at my grave berefti am not there. i have not left.
Mary Elizabeth Frye
—Mumford&Sons, The Cave