Quote from Edvard Munch (yeah, the "The Scream" artist)
When I die, all I want is that my ashes are buried in soil and then to be planted a tree and some flowers on top. And if you add some forget me nots, wouldn't that be poetic 🖤

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Quote from Edvard Munch (yeah, the "The Scream" artist)
When I die, all I want is that my ashes are buried in soil and then to be planted a tree and some flowers on top. And if you add some forget me nots, wouldn't that be poetic 🖤

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Mikam y la flor Nomeolvides
El niño sonriendo con la flor
Mantener cálido el corazón, disfrutar los pequeños placeres de la vida... y dejarse acariciar el alma.
Que hoy sea un bello dÃa.
Maru
Sabes lo difÃcil que se me hace mirarte y ver aquellos ojos que un dÃa tenÃan brillo

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Silvana Marcela Fadelli
No me olvides corazón
que no me he ido, simplemente estoy en silencio.
No me olvides corazón
Porque el olvido hiere más que un mal recuerdo.
Llévame prendida a tu ropa, llévame prendida a tu piel.
🖋Silvana♡
Es una gélida y solitaria madrugada. Ideal para desprenderse de los alaridos que cada semana se asientan entre las paredes del cráneo; que combinados con los ecos de las malas memorias y los constantes temores, se transforman en lágrimas letales, en puntas de lanzas que dejan tallos de no me olvides en los jardines de las mejillas.
— Nicole M.
Book & Forget Me Not Flowers 💙