fuckyeahtattoos: “The gravity of death is a reflection of the exuberance of its life.” Because in love, relationships, memories, connections, euphony, hope, sorrow, regret —there is a life that goes on way past its own cessation. A soul lives on, and therein lies permanence in spite of finitude.

fuckyeahtattoos:

“The gravity of death is a reflection of the exuberance of its life.”

Because in love, relationships, memories, connections, euphony, hope, sorrow, regret —there is a life that goes on way past its own cessation. A soul lives on, and therein lies permanence in spite of finitude.