death

death

If I weren't already dead, I'd have to kill myself just so I could roll over in my grave.

If I weren't already dead, I'd have to kill myself just so I could roll over in my grave.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

a penny for my thoughts oh no i'll sell em for a dollar their worth so much more after im a goner and then maybe you'll hear the words ive been singing funny when your dead how people start listening

a penny for my thoughts oh no i'll sell em for a dollar their worth so much more after im a goner and then maybe you'll hear the words ive been singing funny when your dead how people start listening

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

And in this moment, I realize one reason it's so great to have a best friend is sometimes, like right now, Cal and I are thinking the very same thing.

And in this moment, I realize one reason it's so great to have a best friend is sometimes, like right now, Cal and I are thinking the very same thing.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Believe in me and you shall die, forever.

Believe in me and you shall die, forever.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Sit," Chloe said, dashing after him and tugging firmly at his sleeve. "Let's hear the rest of it. You can kill him later."~Chloe to Dageus.

Sit," Chloe said, dashing after him and tugging firmly at his sleeve. "Let's hear the rest of it. You can kill him later."~Chloe to Dageus.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

For some death is an art, for others it is merely an inevitability.

For some death is an art, for others it is merely an inevitability.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Death. It was something I had to think about once. Weird, right? Strange that death was ever an inevitable end, but it wasn’t anymore. Not really. I eluded it. Tricked it. It was an odd concept—the world aged, moved forward, yet I . . . didn’t.

Death. It was something I had to think about once. Weird, right? Strange that death was ever an inevitable end, but it wasn’t anymore. Not really. I eluded it. Tricked it. It was an odd concept—the world aged, moved forward, yet I . . . didn’t.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

The planet's tyrant, dotard Death, had held his gray mirror before them for a moment and shown them the image of things to come.

The planet's tyrant, dotard Death, had held his gray mirror before them for a moment and shown them the image of things to come.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

The body's ills are the least of ills, for they end only in death, which is but a little thing. But if the spirit dies, then all is lost.

The body's ills are the least of ills, for they end only in death, which is but a little thing. But if the spirit dies, then all is lost.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I'm terrified of the thought of time passing (or whatever is meant by that phrase) whether I 'do' anything or not. In a way I may believe, deep down, that doing nothing acts as a brake on 'time's - it doesn't of course. It merely adds the torment of having done nothing, when the time comes when it really doesn't matter if you've done anything or not.

I'm terrified of the thought of time passing (or whatever is meant by that phrase) whether I 'do' anything or not. In a way I may believe, deep down, that doing nothing acts as a brake on 'time's - it doesn't of course. It merely adds the torment of having done nothing, when the time comes when it really doesn't matter if you've done anything or not.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

How wicked it would be, if we could, to call the dead back! She said not to me but to the chaplain, 'I am at peace with God.' She smiled, but not at me. Poi si torno all' eterna fontana.

How wicked it would be, if we could, to call the dead back! She said not to me but to the chaplain, 'I am at peace with God.' She smiled, but not at me. Poi si torno all' eterna fontana.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

The dead leave their shadows, an echo of the space within which once they lived. They haunt us, never fading or growing older as we do. The loss we grieve is not just their futures but our own.

The dead leave their shadows, an echo of the space within which once they lived. They haunt us, never fading or growing older as we do. The loss we grieve is not just their futures but our own.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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