I want the grass

To tickle my ears

I want to pull the brown grass

And slip it underneath the blanket

And hide it away

I want my feet

To always be this dirty

To always be this tingly

To always be with me

They are mine

They will not leave

They are true

They have no uncertainties

 heath ledger died?!!?

holy crap. holy crap. holy crap.

i don't want to believe that. i don't know why its freaking me out so much, but it is.