Eventually soulmates meet, for they have the same hiding place.
“I’m pretty confident and, at the same time, I’m pretty insecure. I’m like a walking conflict.”
THIS IS ME!!
and you can choose what kind of tree you want to become
just imagine cemeteries looking like this
life after death
THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I WANTthis is how all cemeteries should look. its awkward to hug a gravestone. imagine hugging your grandma/tree. ugh rebuild all cemeteries
And then the trees get chopped down to make paper. And that paper gets made into books. Because we’re all just stories in the end.