Pessimism at it's finest.

the-flowergirl:

Life is fleeting.

I can’t stop crying. The picture of the woman at the dresser; her reflection reminded me a bit of my grandma who just died.

All my tears. The one that gets me the most is the old woman in the hospice, looking at the mirror and seeing herself when she was a Nurse, and how she must feel. It just breaks my heart.

I’m slowly learning how to do this to people; how to try and look back, and see that they weren’t always the way they are now. I can look at an elderly person, and almost see how beautiful/handsome they were in their youth, and how their lives shaped them into what they are.