constantly dying and losing parts of oneself yet can never truly die

♡…When I die…♡

When I die, will the stars cry?

Will their own heavenly blood leak unto the earth? Will the breeze still? Or perhaps the leaves freeze where they rest? Would all the animals lay down and die?

If I died, whose clock would stop turning along with mine? The sun would still rise and fall and the moon would still shine.

Would the shadows of the world perish? I think myself to be everything but the sun, so perhaps they would. Would people gather blankets to surround my grave and sleep with me as I lay?

— Oresteia…♡

Dont speak ill of the dead

Unless they deserve it

Death does not undo the terror

The horror

The tragedy they caused

Do not lie about the dead

It does not become them

He did not light up a room

He burned it down

She wasn't a bright light of inspiration

She was where secrets went to grow

I am not to be placed on a pedestal of flowery words

For in my death I shall sit on a throne of my actions

The truth is not only for the living

Because death is the one inescapable truth

Someone Forgot to Whisper Your Death to the Bees, Ansel Elkins

literally play this at my funeral

there is a secret library in the furthest turrets of my soul with books written in the blackest ink bound in leather, tears and blood

some shelves are about love love found, love lost, love drowned some shelves are about death of god, of me, of you

none of the words ever fade in the shade of this arcane room none of the pages ever decay wilted roses never lose their bloom

I hope dying is like that one person who’s long since left wrapping you up in their arms and holding you tight and comforting you one last time. I hope dying is like when you were a little kid and your mom would soothe your fevers. I hope it’s like the feeling of the waves still rocking you after a long day at the beach when you fall asleep

I Hate Adaptations...

Yabushige 's book death poem:

“What are clouds, but an excuse for the sky? What is life, but an escape from death?”

I love this show, but this is what they give him???:

"My dead body / Don't burn it, just leave it in the field / And with it, fill the belly of some hungry dog."

CHRIST, gaijin. Samurai were expected to be good at this shit.

sun bleached bones / tw death

I miss you…

Your heart no longer beats but I can still feel it.

Breath no longer leaves your lungs but I can hear it.

You can no longer make sound but I can still hear your laughter and listen to your sweet voice.

You can no longer move your arms but I can feel them wrap around me.

Your legs can no longer take you away where but I can feel you waking with me.

Your soul is no longer on this earth but I can feel your presence as though you’re here with me.

You can no longer express your love for me but I promise that I will feel it everlasting.

And if I should see you again, then I will tell you of all the things that I missed about you…

For you were the one I loved the most…

Janus Estuaries Vol. 3, 1.18.24 “Deathly Cold Days"

Strike through the heart as fallen icicles Oh, piercing crystal, winter sky Providence! Blessed with holy water most psychical Solemn waters transformed Turned their nature to hardened harm Before their points grown dull and warmed Would that this winter smite me Delight me with such transformations Such machinations as blessed nature be The Lord rested on the seventh day Beholding the beauty made in the first season With good reason: Spring, in nubile breezes saplings sway Mint-cold, fresh morning dew, winter rise Pass through me as water might flow Take me to places free from such sudden surprise Part from me this coil As leaves from trees do fall So might life, full colored, part fro me – no worries, strife, nor toil

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"Death or a Breakup... You Decide" - a poem

everything that i ever touched smells like death now

she would say her heart would breathe in small causations, in some pulses, alone and crevicing, alone and breathing, dilating as her mind would explode in each order.

But it's something, inside of me, it would willow depuliate slowly. Reading her own words to covert her breasts indulgently.

Your eyes fill with anger as mine fill with sorrow. In a fit of rage your skull clashes with mine, when defense is my only option and yours seems to be a charge. We become intertwined, beyond unknotting. We look at each other, and as I look deep in your eyes I know you didn’t want it this way, you only did what you thought you could. A trembling pain starts to form. I didn’t want things to result in such ways, I know you were only protecting yourself, you know I was just scared. Was it worth the trouble and effort? Our bodies cannot survive in such a way, our heads cannot function, and for all we know we will starve. The light of day fades, and all we can do is think of it as a distant memory. My lungs start to hurt, a pounding in my head becomes more and more unbearable. All you can do is make one last effort of escape, it’ll only make things worse. Your bones start to hurt and you lay your body against the damp grass beneath. We lay here together, we see each other in our last moments of life, we lay together for a last bit of warmth. We can only dream of the sunlight that awaits for the others in the morning. All we have is each other, and there is nothing else we can do, nothing more can save us, I rest my eyes and hope your pain isn’t as unbearable as mine. We both must succumb to this death, I just wish for warmth in this unbearable moment, your wish goes unknown.

-loser monologue

Death and Taxes