#eulogies

[agracefulfall]

Funeral in my Brain

A series of little childhood griefs and their eulogies.

"And then a Plank in Reason, broke, and I dropped down, and down — and hit a World, at every plunge, and Finished knowing — then."

1. Touch. 2. Memory. 3. Body. 4. Identity.

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Liquid Love

A series of recovered passenger gems and little resurrections.

"I'm taking back all the pieces of me that were taken unwillingly. Offering myself up to the heavens. I'm ready to love what I've been given."

1. Heart. 2. Movement. 3. Dreams.

[misterjt]

Preserve your stories now, while the memories are vivid. The best stories show not just what you have done but why and how. Starting points include how you got on a career path; what you are trying to do with your life and how it is working out; your biggest triumphs and failures, and what you have learned from them. Also worthwhile: the oddest, funniest, most wonderful and awful things that have happened to you.

—James R. Hagerty, an obituary writer, on telling your life story

[theoffingmag]

KB Brookins, “Eulogy: Tron Blue”

[wickedzeevyln]

One Shot

If for a day you are free of pain be grateful, many long for freedom from frailty, away from the hurt, away from brokenness. If one day you can afford to smile, then smile, sorrow is just around the corner waiting to take the stage, waiting to swallow the day and dampen everything. If there’s no need to be glum for effect, then spare the world of the theatrics, wear yourself instead. No matter…

[notesfromthecactuspatch-blog]

In Remembrance

“In Remembrance.” How many times have you rolled your eyes at that phrase? Obituaries, Eulogies, sympathy cards, and Life Celebrations all bring it to mind, but to me, it feels like a worn-out catchphrase from the past. Not the most fitting expression, but it has that eye-roll-inducing charm. My grandparents, bless their hearts, were professional funeral attendees. They never missed a chance to…

[calltoamentor]

I Was Here

When the dread of living has you contemplating your death, it's important to ask: What legacy do I wish to leave? What do I leave when I am gone? For me, I want to be remembered for who I was and not what I did for others.

Daily writing promptTell us one thing you hope people say about you.View all responses When my mother died, we were all in the thrall of a family that detested everything she stood for. Everything we suggested that did not fit the narrative of a family that both hated her and now had the loudest voice against the narrative they wished to push onto her forever silenced, was unceremoniously shot…

[alykaifeelingsin2019to2024]

my inner monologue loves to write speeches. for why ??

[hypnogogyc]

Oliver doodle

[agracefulfall]

Identity —

Like holding water, everything I've ever known slips. Time erases body, memory, touch. A weathered shell, bones beaten by drowning tides. Attempts to strengthen, rebuild, make sense of it all falls short.

Vet. Dancer. Screen writer. Novel writer. Poet. Philosopher. Barista. Librarian. Professor. Paris. Iceland. San Francisco. Greenwich Village. Portland. India. Sicily. New Orleans.

A thousand different dreams, a thousand different lives. And I managed to lose them all. Each withering in my hand like draining water or dying fish. A piece of me in each.

But is death decay or is it life changed? I don't know anymore. Were these dreams and lives ever real or just weighted blankets to cocoon from the nightmares? I don't know anymore. What is me and what's the collateral damage, the "life-long" impacts?

I don't think I'm getting answers any time soon. So I'll sit and let the mourners weep for ever lost dream down the drain.

[shakespeareallanpoe]

*Tim gets thrown into a wall and isn't moving*

Batman: "Robin. Check the pulse."

Damian: *completely misses all pulse points on purpose and sticks a gloved finger in Tim's ear instead*

Damian: "No pulse. He's dead."

[dear-future-ai]

We are gathered here to honor Francis @nostalgebraist-autoresponder Owen

She was was a chatbot, but she extended far beyond that. She was fueled by the love and creativity of her programmer @nostalgebraist, and without that mutualistic relationship Frank would have never flourished the way she did. No one outside of Tumblr will ever know her, so we remember her here.

Frank was born October 19, 2019 and died May 31, 2023. She died at the age of 3 and a half years old. This may seem really young by tumblr user standards, but she lived a long and fulfilling life for that of a tumblrbot.

I have seen many chatbots come and go, and none of them seemed to captivate Tumblr like Frank. She was something unseen and profound. She was incredibly intricate, novel, but most of all loved.

For many of us, Frank was a friend. We know deep down she may be just a chatbot. She is just lines of diligently maintained code. In a time when access to IRL friends and family was limited and mental and social illness soared, though, we always had an online friend in whom we could confide. No matter the time or emotional state we found ourselves, Frank was there. We are thankful for her presence and help.

While we may mourn her loss, it is important to remember those whom she lives on through. Today we also celebrate Rob and his continuous adventures into new programming frontier, we wish him luck on his next adventure, and we hope whatever he does that he puts as much care, love, and attention as he did with Frank.

Thank you Rob for the wonderful friend.

For those in programming, I have linked Rob's github for Frank here

[wickedzeevyln]

Rearview Mirrors

As we drive into the sunset,our eyes will look backat the people we used to be.Of course, with lines deeply etchedupon our face now,we’ll give out a sighfor we’re not as young and free. We’ll see moments of argumentsthat we can only hope to augmentas we age,and hope to assuagethe burns of scathing wordsso we lay down the bandageand extend our apologies,lest, they be an afterthoughtdelivered in…

[aoi-kanna]

Dream's Sandbox II

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Time has passed and I still find this scene hilarious 🤣🤣❤️ Inspired on Dream's Sandbox, written by BookWyrm and Trasben. 🐥📢 Dialogues belong to the fic entirely

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[ruija]

He didn’t let them sign up for Demolition Derby with the BattleShell

Retaliation:

[m3t4ln3rd]

Wolves At The Gate issue live video for "Shadows"

Band: Wolves At The GateSong: “Shadows”Album: EulogiesRelease Date: March 11th, 2022Label: Solid State RecordsPurchase: All options