death

death

Your dreamers. You ridiculous children. You dancing grinning fuckups. Here is your bright future. Your earnest, saccharine hope. How does it taste dripping from the neck of everyone you love?

Your dreamers. You ridiculous children. You dancing grinning fuckups. Here is your bright future. Your earnest, saccharine hope. How does it taste dripping from the neck of everyone you love?

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Through Christ, the sting of death is but a gentle pinch to the soul; and the mourn is light. Perhaps, someday, in that glorious place, free of sin, we shall meet again.

Through Christ, the sting of death is but a gentle pinch to the soul; and the mourn is light. Perhaps, someday, in that glorious place, free of sin, we shall meet again.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Don’t hope you will receive help from the words of life because they all bring you to death.

Don’t hope you will receive help from the words of life because they all bring you to death.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Then hope unlooked-for came so suddenly to Eomer's heart, and with it the bite of care and fear renewed, that he said no more, but turned and went swiftly from the hall.

Then hope unlooked-for came so suddenly to Eomer's heart, and with it the bite of care and fear renewed, that he said no more, but turned and went swiftly from the hall.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

For if the darkness and corruption leaveA vestige of the thoughts that once I had,Better by far you should forget and smileThan that you should remember and be sad.

For if the darkness and corruption leaveA vestige of the thoughts that once I had,Better by far you should forget and smileThan that you should remember and be sad.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

With every year that I grow older, I also draw closer to (my loved ones) to the day when we will once again be together. So I march through the deepening shadows, serene and unafraid, because I know that at the end of my journey they will be waiting for me.

With every year that I grow older, I also draw closer to (my loved ones) to the day when we will once again be together. So I march through the deepening shadows, serene and unafraid, because I know that at the end of my journey they will be waiting for me.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

The only true borders lie between day and night, between life and death, between hope and loss.

The only true borders lie between day and night, between life and death, between hope and loss.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Here the whole world (stars, water, air,And field, and forest, as they wereReflected in a single mind)Like cast off clothes was left behindIn ashes, yet with hopes that she,Re-born from holy poverty,In lenten lands, hereafter mayResume them on her Easter Day."(Epitaph for Joy Davidman)

Here the whole world (stars, water, air,And field, and forest, as they wereReflected in a single mind)Like cast off clothes was left behindIn ashes, yet with hopes that she,Re-born from holy poverty,In lenten lands, hereafter mayResume them on her Easter Day."(Epitaph for Joy Davidman)

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Hope is the great deceiver. Hope is the piper who leads us sleepy to our slaughter.

Hope is the great deceiver. Hope is the piper who leads us sleepy to our slaughter.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I remembered back to leo's burial and holding your hand. I was eleven and you were six, your hand soft and small in mine. As the vicar said 'in sure and certain hope of the resurrection of eternal life' you turned to me, 'I don't want sure and certain hope I want sure and certain Bee.

I remembered back to leo's burial and holding your hand. I was eleven and you were six, your hand soft and small in mine. As the vicar said 'in sure and certain hope of the resurrection of eternal life' you turned to me, 'I don't want sure and certain hope I want sure and certain Bee.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Hope in the beginning feels like such a violation of the loss, and yet without it we couldn't survive.

Hope in the beginning feels like such a violation of the loss, and yet without it we couldn't survive.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

There was no hope in death, only an end.

There was no hope in death, only an end.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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