#m

I'm as vulnerable as anybody to the toxicity of the American nuclear family. But I wouldn't call it disease or moral failure as much as I would point the finger at a system that grinds people down like a metal file. Who doesn't need a drink? Who isn't going to crack and lash out at the people they love? ↗

— Susie Bright

#death

Spending moments with another in earnest presence is one of the simple ways we can show unconditional love. It is the memories created from these impressions that survive after all else passes. ↗

— Molly Friedenfeld

#hospice #love #memories #simple-love #spirituality

You wouldn't say ' You've got the crappest eyes I've ever seen. Your eyes make me physically sick. ↗

— Louise Rennison

#humor

The kindness sent from one compassionate soul to another during the time of loss of one held so dear allows the sorrow-filled heart to open wide, filling the space of emptiness that grief may have created with a renewed sense of peace, compassion, and love. ↗

— Molly Friedenfeld

#compassion #death #god #grief #heart

Actually it deals ("as usual" I was about to say!) with Life, Love and Death. Because nothing in fact is more important. To occupy oneself with. To think of. To worry over. To be happy about. And so on. ↗

— Ingmar Bergman

#face-to-face #letter-to-the-crew #death

She texted me telling me her mom was dying, so I did the right thing and texted her back a picture of my erect penis and said, “Let’s start a new family.”
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— Jarod Kintz

#dying #family #funny #humor #inappropriate

As the horde of ancient and mythical creatures impossibly descends upon you and dragonfire envelopes the land, you are forced to concede that it’s probably the very coolest way that you could die. ↗

— Daniel Keidl

#death #dragon #death

Deep space rendered mortal time-lines inconsequential. Few things were as old, or pervasive, as the vast, encroaching darkness of the universe. ↗

— Nenia Campbell

#fairytales #life #philosophy #time #death

Then he's inside you, and your body remembers, each time, every man, even if you try to forget. ↗

— Jayne Anne Phillips

#men #love

We are candles, I remember thinking, and the wind is rising. ↗

— Lynn Schooler

#nature-of-things #wind #home