#r

I'm going to get 'I'M NOT FUCKING DEAD' tattooed on my chest." "That will become inaccurate at some point, " Omar pointed out. ↗

— Domashita Romero

#humor #m-m-romance #tattoos #death

Some had come to look upon death as a mercy. Death meant warmth. Death was light. Life was cruel, cold, heavy and dark. Life was pain. Death was deliverance, and many would welcome it. Others doggedly clung to life and willed themselves to walk on. ↗

— Sage Steadman

#life-and-death #perseverance #death

And having once chosen, never to seek to return to the crossroads of that decision-for even if one chooses wrongly, the choice cannot be unmade. ↗

— Jacqueline Carey

#crossroads #death #inspirational #life-lessons #truth

Marvin: – La necrofilia ce l’abbiamo sepolta dentro. Uno dei miei libri, Storia della tortura e della morte, parla delle atrocità che abbiamo commesso in nome della giustizia e della vendetta. Spesso erano peggiori dei crimini originali. L’uomo è un animale sanguinario. ↗

— Joe R. Lansdale

#justice #necrophilia #death

the living used to wonder what happened after death. She said that whole religions were born and evolved around this one simple uncertainty. ↗

— Carrie Ryan

#living #religion #uncertainty #wonder #death

When I met Millie, she was a hugger. She hugged over everything. I didn’t. We came to an agreement that hugs are reserved for prolonged partings and death. That’s it. At least, I thought that was our agreement. It seems like she’s figured out how to steal hugs more frequently. Millie’s turned into a hit and run hugger. ↗

— H.M. Ward

#friendship #hug #hugger #hugs #sneaky

They looked to each other for support, for strength, and at times, motivation, to remember why and for whom they lived. ↗

— Sage Steadman

#family #life #love #motivation #strength-through-adversity

خوفي من الموت في الاساس بيتلخص في اني مش بحب اجرب حاجة جديدة ↗

— احمد عطا - Ahmed Ata

#fear #الموت #خوف #death

That's what people do when they find a special place that wild and full of life, they trample it to death. ↗

— Carl Hiaasen

#wild #wildlife #death

in winter, we let our precious leaves go and seem to let go of all we are; then we find we are clothed with the sky itself, and instead of leaves we wear the stars. ↗

— Rachel Rivett

#death