death
Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia,And therefore I forbid my tears.
Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
The amazing miracle of death, when one second you're walking and talking, and the next second you're an object.
Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
I won't be sad too often,If they bury me in the libraryWith bookworms in my coffin.
Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Twas something else. I had come to hate her, you see. I had come to wish her dead, and that was what held me back.
Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
He danced with the sky instead, and the sky dropped him like a rotten plum.
Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
![His [Death] voice is cold at first, John. It seems unfeeling. But if you listen without fear, you find that when he speaks, the most ordinary words become poetry. When he stands close to you, your life becomes a song, a praise. When he touches you, your smallest talents become gold; the most ordinary loves break your heart with their beauty.](https://zizzfeed.com/vendor/core/core/base/images/placeholder.png)