#MY DEATH

[saewokhrisz]

bro help the sexy demon is sending me mixed signals....

[apoemaday]

My Death

by Raymond Carver

If I’m lucky, I’ll be wired every whichway in a hospital bed. Tubes running into my nose. But try not to be scared of me, friends! I’m telling you right now that this is okay. It’s little enough to ask for at the end. Someone, I hope, will have phoned everyone to say, “Come quick, he’s failing!” And they will come. And there will be time for me to bid goodbye to each of my loved ones. If I’m lucky, they’ll step forward and I’ll be able to see them one last time and take that memory with me. Sure, they might lay eyes on me and want to run away and howl. But instead, since they love me, they’ll lift my hand and say “Courage” or “It’s going to be all right.” And they’re right. It is all right. It’s just fine. If you only knew how happy you’ve made me! I just hope my luck holds, and I can make some sign of recognition. Open and close my eyes as if to say, “Yes, I hear you. I understand you.” I may even manage something like this: “I love you too. Be happy.” I hope so! But I don’t want to ask for too much. If I’m unlucky, as I deserve, well, I’ll just drop over, like that, without any chance for farewell, or to press anyone’s hand. Or say how much I cared for you and enjoyed your company all these years. In any case, try not to mourn for me too much. I want you to know I was happy when I was here. And remember I told you this a while ago -- April 1984. But be glad for me if I can die in the presence of friends and family. If this happens, believe me, I came out ahead. I didn’t lose this one.

[s1k54s0s666]

[emotinalsupportturtle]

Miles Kane just covered My Death and it's the perfect Bond theme

He covered a song that has been sung by Scott Walker and David Bowie (original by Jaques Brel) and absolutely nailed it

Although probably most similar to the Scott Walker version, he somehow made it more sensual and mysterious and it's perfectly fitting for a Bond Theme. His vocals on this are perfect, Miles doesn't just sing it he paints a picture and tells a story

I know he didn't write this song but JUST LET THIS MAN SING A BOND THEME ALREADY!!

[saintmaudes]

Like her spiritual godmother Shirley Jackson, she works mainly in a form of grounded psychological horror that Tuttle describes as “a kind of realism where something other breaks through.” But Tuttle’s heroines have forsaken Jackson’s domestic spaces to navigate the double and triple binds of post-second-wave womanhood, ping-ponging between satisfaction and regret, self-sufficiency and loneliness. As in Henry James’s ghost stories, hauntings, possessions, time loops, and doppelgängers follow with a perverse logic from these contradictions; monsters and ancient curses are not necessary to explain the eruption of the supernatural into our world. Unspeakable desire is enough.

—Amy Gentry, in the foreword to My Death by Lisa Tuttle

[sad-girl-shit11]

If I die I want this to be playing as my people lay me to rest in the ground in my own back yard. No casket, no cremation, just me and the earth with this song signifying my final exit.

[cherrychiplip]

i hope when i die it is beautiful and everyone watches and no one cries because my death is going to be greater than my life ever was

[fuckoffenterpises]

[moonlights-tears]

Words I cry that are unspoken

Once upon a time I was not broken

Cracks start to fill this living corpse

So much never done rotten with remorse

Days taken away ticking time on a clock

While the ferrymans waits at his dock

When the sand runs out on that glass

You'll wonder was it all worth the past

[nicolacoughlanbigheartfanpage]

I just think that Gladiator 2 needs a woman…

Too many man is not good thing, give the BI people something look at!!!!

[icallhimjoey]

You know what? Bring back the guns, girlies 😤😭

[mudboyman]

Light answers a tough question

[inbabylontheywept]

my grandpa was a good man. and it really wasnt his fault - recreationally lying to kids is a proud family tradition - but he told me, once, that cutting a worm in half resulted in two worms.

i think he said it so i'd be more morally okay with fishing? i actually dont remember the context.

point was, he told me this, and he understimated (by a very large margin) how much i liked worms. i was a worm boy. very wormy. and after hearing that, i went home, and i dug through the garden, flipped over every rock, did everything i could to gather as many worms as i could, and then i uh.

i cut them all in half. every worm i could find. all of them. with scissors.

i then took this pile of split worms, and i put them in a box with a bit of lettuce and some water and stuff and went to bed expecting to double my worms overnight. i have math autism, so i had a vague understanding that if i did this just a few times in a row, i would eventually have a completely unreasonable amount of worms.

i was very excited to become this plane's worm emperor.

(i think i was...six?)

anyway, i did not become the inheritor of the worm crown. i instead woke up to a box of dead worms and cried. a lot. i got diagnosed with panic attacks as a teenager, but i think i had them as a kid, i just had no idea what they were. i was kind of processing that a.) i had killed what i had assumed was every single worm in my yard, and thus would have no more worms, and b). i was going to like, worm hell.

(six year babylon spent a lot of time worrying about god.)

so i kind of freaked out, and i climbed a tree, because god can only smite you if you're touching the ground (?) and i sat up there mostly inconsolable until my mom came out and asked, hey, what's up? what happened?

so i explained to her that i had killed all of the worms, forever, and was also Damned, and she took me to the compost pile, and we dug for all of five seconds and found like twenty more worms.

the compost pile was full of worms.

she then told me that a). there were more worms, and we could put them back under rocks and stuff and recolonize our yard and b). that one day, i would die, and go to heaven, and be able to talk to the worms face to face. that i'd be able to tell them all that i was very sorry, and that i killed them on accident, driven only by excessive Love, and that she was positive they would forgive me because worms have six hearts and no malice.

at that point, i think i was sixty percent tear-snot by weight, and i had no choice but to gather enough worms that i could hug them. which my mom helped with. and then after that she helped me put some worms back under each rock.

and for my epilogue: i spent a significant portion of my childhood in trees. and for many years after, even when my mom didnt know i was watching, i would catch her giving the space under the rocks a light spritz with the hose. not because she loved worms.

but because she loved me.

[juraorbi]

coming back after a year of not posting art with a shitpost,, hello jayvik nation

[sailing-ever-west]

the trolley problem vs. systemic oppression: a comic.