death

death

Can’t clean up after you anymore, baby brother, so don’t punk out. Make it count.

Can’t clean up after you anymore, baby brother, so don’t punk out. Make it count.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Let me go: take back thy gift:Why should a man desire in any wayTo vary from the kindly race of men,Or pass beyond the goal of ordinanceWhere all should pause, as is most meet for all?...Why wilt thou ever scare me with thy tears,And make me tremble lest a saying learnt,In days far-off, on that dark earth, be true?‘The Gods themselves cannot recall their gifts.’- Tithonus

Let me go: take back thy gift:Why should a man desire in any wayTo vary from the kindly race of men,Or pass beyond the goal of ordinanceWhere all should pause, as is most meet for all?...Why wilt thou ever scare me with thy tears,And make me tremble lest a saying learnt,In days far-off, on that dark earth, be true?‘The Gods themselves cannot recall their gifts.’- Tithonus

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

He was dead, all right. He had been shot, poisoned, stabbed, and strangled. Either somebody had really had it in for him or four people had killed him. Or else it was the cleverest suicide I'd ever heard of.

He was dead, all right. He had been shot, poisoned, stabbed, and strangled. Either somebody had really had it in for him or four people had killed him. Or else it was the cleverest suicide I'd ever heard of.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

She already felt dead in everything but name. What remained to be taken from her? She longed to be enfolded, welcomed, into the earth - to breathe no more, love no more, hurt no more

She already felt dead in everything but name. What remained to be taken from her? She longed to be enfolded, welcomed, into the earth - to breathe no more, love no more, hurt no more

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

We are all the fools of time and terror: DaysSteal on us and steal from us; yet we live,Loathing our life, and dreading still to die.

We are all the fools of time and terror: DaysSteal on us and steal from us; yet we live,Loathing our life, and dreading still to die.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

It hurts when they're gone. And it doesn't matter if it's slow or fast, whether it's a long drawn-out disease or an unexpected accident. When they're gone the world turns upside down and you're left holding on, trying not to fall off.

It hurts when they're gone. And it doesn't matter if it's slow or fast, whether it's a long drawn-out disease or an unexpected accident. When they're gone the world turns upside down and you're left holding on, trying not to fall off.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

$[W]hat makes patriotic and religious fanatics such dangerous opponents is not the deaths of the fanatics themselves, but their willingness to accept the deaths of a fraction of their number in order to annihilate or crush their infidel enemy.$

[W]hat makes patriotic and religious fanatics such dangerous opponents is not the deaths of the fanatics themselves, but their willingness to accept the deaths of a fraction of their number in order to annihilate or crush their infidel enemy.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

The light at the end of the tunnel is just the light of an oncoming train.

The light at the end of the tunnel is just the light of an oncoming train.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

And anyway, it’s not as though I’ll never see Mum again, is it?

And anyway, it’s not as though I’ll never see Mum again, is it?

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

He's waiting for yu, young queen.'Shocked, I stared at Seoras. 'Heath?'The Warrior's look was wise and understanding - his voice gentle. 'Aye, yur Heath probably does await you somewhere in the future, but it is of your Guardian I speak.

He's waiting for yu, young queen.'Shocked, I stared at Seoras. 'Heath?'The Warrior's look was wise and understanding - his voice gentle. 'Aye, yur Heath probably does await you somewhere in the future, but it is of your Guardian I speak.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

th. Closely followed—in view of the overall shortage of time—by patience.

th. Closely followed—in view of the overall shortage of time—by patience.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

If words had weight, a single sentence from Death would have anchored a ship.

If words had weight, a single sentence from Death would have anchored a ship.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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