#about death

[z3rovski]

Death is not the end

Death can never be the end

Death is the road

Life is the traveller

The soul is the guide

- Sri Chinmoy

[from-books-with-love]

'I've died,' Bourbon said. 'There is no more me.'

Dmitry Glukhovsky, METRO 2033.

[tismrot]

When I die, I’m gonna make everyone attending my funeral play Two Truths and a Lie about my life. I’m actually excited about this, because while I do have quite an imagination, I have also done a LOT of weird stuff.

Whoever correctly guesses the most will get one third of my assets, so it’s kind of a game show. My online friends might have the best chance of winning, actually.

If there’s an afterlife, I hope I can watch this unfold from there.

[orsanedraws]

still obsessed abt getting mark of the outsider tattoo somewhere in the future... i got Ellie's tlou2 tattoo and planning to cover the rest of my right arm all the way up to the shoulder.

[marblearkz]

misty would LOVE ride the cyclone

[lostjudgmnt]

hi good morning. this post is the cain (my oc) post ever

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[id: a tumblr post by user meershweinchen1993 posted on january first that says: “came back from death wrong trope? you can easily avoid this by just never dying at all (stays alive wrong stays alive wrong stays alive wrong stays alive wr)”. end id.]

and im gonna talk about them and im not even putting it under a read more this time

so cain is my first ever dnd pc who’s life i’ve expanded way beyond the campaign ve was in (and i also have a billion aus with ver — including, coincidentally, the world i originally created ver for which doesn’t really feel like vis canon anymore 😅). ve’s a half-elf druid and shepherd who got roped into this big journey after an attack from a hill giant kind of scattered vis family and flock that originally started with like that pre-written “storm king’s thunder” campaign and then sort of spiraled out from that as our party got more well known in the world and stuff. but from the very beginning, cain didn’t think ve should have been alive. ve thought ve should have been killed by that giant. so ve was kind of “alive wrong” from the beginning.

but as the campaign progressed the party got more and more involved with the undead and people seeking out immortality through undeath and at the detriment of the living around them — including cain’s father, who tried to get cain to join him — and cain really resented the concept of cheating death and achieving immortality in a way that was unnatural hurt other people

but the craziest thing about cain is that, you know, ve’s a half elf and a druid — specifically, by the end of the campaign, an arch druid. which gives them an insanely long natural lifespan anyway? but during the course of their story, cain ends up basically being adopted by a goddess and becomes her holy champion and through her essentially becomes, like, an angel, or a demi-god, or something along those lines, and pretty much becomes immortal through that. so basically they achieve immortality in a way that doesn’t interfere with the forces of nature and doesn’t harm other people.

and they still hate it! they don’t really want it! they accepted the gift from their goddess and she is basically their mom they love her to bits and they do… i feel weird saying “serve” her considering they have a really personal relationship you know but they’re whole thing is that they carry out her wishes in the material plane essentially (she’s a goddess of natural cycles + life & death so essentially cain’s job is to help lost souls pass on and stuff). but ve’s alive wrong now because ve still hardly feels like ve should be alive in the first place. ve feels like there have been many times ve should have died but havent, and ve feels hypocritical being immortal after rejecting vis father’s path to immortality despite vis father’s path involving essentially destroying the material plane and feeding off of the living and cain’s just. here. and also didnt ask to be immortal in the first place. and because ve’s lived for eons and eons, repeatedly ve’s witnessed practically the entire lifespans of vis loved ones, and spends years and decades and centuries alone because ve’s alive and shouldn’t be.

anyway i dont know how articulate that is but. yea. cain my beloved

[plathbelljar]

[othervoice-s]

A dead girl's epitaph

Everybody is nice to you, after.

When you're dead. Everybody loves you. Everybody is kind. Everybody cares.

When you're dead. But it's too late then.

A dead girl has lots of friends. Lots of people around. Lots of people who mourn and feel the loss.

It wasn't like this, before. And maybe, if it had been like this before, I wouldn't be dead now.

Everybody gives you presents, when you're dead. They bring flowers, little cuddly stuffed animals, pictures and pretty little candles.

Everybody spares a thought, when you're dead. Or at least, so they say. And they sound truthful.

But it doesn't last long, actually.

That is what happens at first. When everybody feels kind of guilty and sorry because they didn't see or notice what was going on

Because they didn't try to help.

It doesn't really matter what happened to me.  After, it's all the same. It doesn't matter how I got here.

Did I slash my wrists? Did I starve myself to death?

Or was I killed by someone? Was it someone I once loved? Was it someone who had stalked me? Was it because I was too nice? Too pretty? Too wild? Too fragile? Too loud? Too compliant? Too shy? Too weird?

Was it because I was too afraid, or because I wasn't afraid enough? Because I went out alone at night or because I stayed in all the time?

Does it matter, after all?

A dead girl is always young. Always as in "forever". A dead girl won't grow old. She'll stay the same in pictures that fade with time.

Will the memory fade with time, too? Or will someone remember me?

A dead girl has no more dreams.

I miss those. They made life brighter.

A dead girl has no more fears.

I don't miss those. I'm glad they're gone.

Was my life happy, before I died?

Or was it a nightmare I only wanted to end?

It doesn't matter now.

A dead girl can't change the past.

What was, is now gone. And now nothing else will ever be.

A dead girl has no future. Only an epitaph on a tombstone.

[librarianofdreams]

life is a disaster anyway, let's at least make sure it's a fun one ❤️

I have an end-of-life patient to whom I spoke today. She burst out laughing and said, "It was all such fun. I just had so much fun." I wish this for everyone. I wish that we each would meet death laughing, with little regret and even less fear.

[modernchemical]

watching death note with my family and after the college entrance episode my mom asked offhandedly if anyone had ever pictured L and light as a couple before. it felt like one single white dove had landed on a crystalline lake in a beautiful pure clearing. no i dont think anyones ever thought of that before

[marlynnofmany]

If that doesn't have potential for some fairytale nonsense, I don't know what does.

[from-books-with-love]

All my people sing of are memories. And so I will remember his death. It will burden me as it does not burden my fellow students—I must not let that change. I must not become like them. I'll remember that every sin, every death, every sacrifice, is for freedom.

Pierce Brown, Red Rising.

[captainjonnitkessler]

Sometimes I wish we would start calling out the performative radicalism on this site for the poser bullshit it is. "Remember, it's always morally correct to kill a cop!" "Don't forget to firebomb your local government office!" "Wow, it sure would be a shame if these instructions on how to make a molotov cocktail got spread around!"

Okay. But you're not killing cops or firebombing government offices. You are posting on a dying microblogging website to a carefully-curated echo chamber that has radicalized itself into thinking that taking the absolute most extreme position on any subject is praxis but that anyone discussing the most practical way to effect actual change is your sworn enemy. You do not have the street cred OR the activist cred to be talking about killing cops, babe.

[horrorlesbians]

i want ten million trinkets but i also want my death to not be a burden for those I leave behind

[jabberwick]

Human Bill Cipher

(Based on Alex Hirsch's "canon" design)

And just to be clear, writing dissertations at me justifying why he should instead be a conventionally attractive twink will involuntarily cause me to draw him with even fewer teeth.