- David Foster Wallace
Life’s just always left me wondering why everything has to hurt so badly.
There can never just be a shallow wound.
I am so tired of my stitches & my scars.
How am I supposed to recover when I can’t stopped getting sliced?
At CrossBones Graveyard, the unconsecrated mass burial ground for sex workers, the poor, and those who took their own lives is now marked by a beautiful garden and lovingly tended to by caretakers who see it as a sacred space. There are also clergy who do regular services of remembrance, regret, and reconciliation to apologize for the wrongs of the church and to honor the dead. There are no headstones here but there are flowers and bees and healing herbs and pilgrims who come from all over to pay their respects to the outcast dead of London.
I’m amazed at how many people this post has touched. This is my most reblogged entry. I hope more people will visit and donate to CrossBones, especially since the land is being leased. At some point it could be paved over if it’s not kept protected.
i think it's very sexy of me to both be completely done with the world & still have hope for my life





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