death

death

Live now, die later!

Live now, die later!

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Without death, life would have no boundaries and our days would not be so precious. My mother was a firm believer in the common sense of nature.

Without death, life would have no boundaries and our days would not be so precious. My mother was a firm believer in the common sense of nature.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Eran gentes de vidas lentas, a las cuales no se les veía volverse viejas, ni enfermarse ni morir, sino que iban desvaneciéndose poco a poco en su tiempo, volviéndose recuerdos, brumas de otra época, hasta que los asimilaba el olvido.

Eran gentes de vidas lentas, a las cuales no se les veía volverse viejas, ni enfermarse ni morir, sino que iban desvaneciéndose poco a poco en su tiempo, volviéndose recuerdos, brumas de otra época, hasta que los asimilaba el olvido.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

When I shut my eyes on this world I'll finally have peace.

When I shut my eyes on this world I'll finally have peace.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

How did it die?" he asked."Short circuit," I said. "Old and frayed wires."He looked at me like I was senile."Could have been disease. Violence. Or, sometimes, things die because we don't love them enough.

How did it die?" he asked."Short circuit," I said. "Old and frayed wires."He looked at me like I was senile."Could have been disease. Violence. Or, sometimes, things die because we don't love them enough.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

When death speaks to me, it speaks only of the beauty of life.

When death speaks to me, it speaks only of the beauty of life.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

The crickets still sing in October. And lilly, she's trying to bloom. Tho she's resting her head on the shoulder of death, she still shines by the light of the moon.

The crickets still sing in October. And lilly, she's trying to bloom. Tho she's resting her head on the shoulder of death, she still shines by the light of the moon.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Everything is connected, like a delicate web. Ever growing, ever changing. New silvery strands come together every day, and once the strand is formed, no matter what superficial circumstances may sometimes keep you apart, it is never broken. You will meet again, perhaps in another lifetime. The connection is unbreakable, lying dormant in your subconscious.

Everything is connected, like a delicate web. Ever growing, ever changing. New silvery strands come together every day, and once the strand is formed, no matter what superficial circumstances may sometimes keep you apart, it is never broken. You will meet again, perhaps in another lifetime. The connection is unbreakable, lying dormant in your subconscious.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Death is my lover and he wants to move in.

Death is my lover and he wants to move in.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

[A] right understanding that death is nothingto us makes the mortality of life enjoyable, not because it adds to itan infinite span of time, but because it takes away the craving forimmortality. For there is nothing terrible in life for the man who hastruly comprehended that there is nothing terrible in not living.

[A] right understanding that death is nothingto us makes the mortality of life enjoyable, not because it adds to itan infinite span of time, but because it takes away the craving forimmortality. For there is nothing terrible in life for the man who hastruly comprehended that there is nothing terrible in not living.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

But what if all the tranquility, all the comfort, all the contentment were now to come to a horrifying end?

But what if all the tranquility, all the comfort, all the contentment were now to come to a horrifying end?

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

When I die, I plan to be laughing hysterically.

When I die, I plan to be laughing hysterically.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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