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That’s because no one is born with anger. And when we die, the soul is freed from it. But now, here, in order to move on, you must understand why you felt what you did, and why you no longer need to feel it.

Mitch Albom, The Five People You Meet in Heaven

amare-habeo:

Hugo Henneberg (Austrian, 1863-1918)

The Blue Pond (Der Blaue Weiher), 1904

Linoleum cut on four plates (blue, purple, black, brown) on Japanese Paper, 29,4 x 29,8 cm

evilsupplyco:

“Hello, my haunted breath,” I whisper as I gather the ghost into my arms. “It has been too long, and I love you so desperately.”

“Hello my poison, hello my earth.”