When Caroline Walter of Freiburg, Germany died at the age of 16, her sister, ,Selma, had a sculptor cast a life size sculpture for the gravestone - Every morning since Caroline’s funeral, a fresh flower was found tucked in the crook of the arm, and still is to this day - Nobody knows who leaves it - Every single morning! - Caroline died in 1867 - For 146 years, someone has been leaving flowers…
Caroline totes had a vampire lover.
This is by far, my favorite theory.
STOP IT STOP IT NOW THIS IS SO VERY WRONG
this is beautiful
yo I’m using that top pic to explain mennonites to people from now on
Modern day reinterpretation of Edgar Allan Poe’s The Black Cat.
Life and Death - Otto Schmidt
This was the poem that was used at my grandma’s funeral, one she picked out and loved for many years. I think about it a lot.