#farewell...

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

Wtf happened to you?

I may have three brothers but my father has no sons- therefore I was the sacrifice, I was too innocent- too blind to see the truth.

My innocence did not spare me my obligation. And through blistering sun, my hands wept but the burden of failure weighed heavy so there was no choice.

Time slowed as my body tolled and my mind was left to wander in desperate for a far horizon. Until my burdens dwindled and none was left except the marks on my flesh for what I had done and the castle build that I nay lay foot for my own sanity

Aka- I got dragged into moving thirteen 100+ pound mats out of the bed of my dad's truck, through half the muddy back yard, in the sun, having removed the gardening gloves that didn't fit since I had no grip-

P.S

And dropping them meant a Hassel getting them rolled in a way they could even BE picked up.

All to help put together an indoor gym.

It was only through the desperate pleas of mercy and the love my father held deep in his heart that I was able to survive (use the trolly)

[deermouth]

goodbye deermouth, i'll miss you

Oh! You're leaving now??

[ilaliya]

inexplicably awake. i am unsurprised to see the boops are gone, but i am still grieving nonetheless

[juiche]

a moment of peace before the whole world shatters 😇

get your own print here ❤️

[mournfulroses]

Ernest Hemingway, from his novel titled "A Farewell To Arms," originally publ. in 1929

[assasinationbycarscoveredinhamrs]

@one-time-i-dreamt 's pfp looks like an ace attorney mugshot tbh

[lesbianraskolnikov]

Having a fixation is fun until it isnt i think im just haunted by rodyas ghost

[batshit-auspol]

Have you seen the news?

National day of mourning 😞

[basalting]

literally sick with grief that Bruce never got to have a baby

bruce never got to stumble, bleary-eyed in the predawn light to a crib already gently shushing and hold a small, warm body to his chest.

never got to sing a silly song about tying your shoes or help sound out words on a page.

all of bruces babys came to him half grown already, small enough to hide in his shadows but big enough to already dream about stepping out of them

[beechalk]

A lot of sitcom endings are like "This moment is sad because the gang is splitting up and everyone's going their separate ways, it's the end of an era but there are good things ahead and we'll always remember the memories we've shared. Here's a bittersweet pop song."

The ending of Mash is like "The protagonist just had a mental break after years of repeated exposure to the worst of humanity. The man he loves is going home to his perfect suburban family, leaving him alone and adrift. It's unlikely he'll ever fully recover from what he's been through. The fan favourite side character recieved a traumatic head injury, he's going home permanently deaf and none of the other characters know because he hid the information from them. People might be going home but the war isn't over, it's never over, war will never be over as long as there are humans on earth to wage it. We'll see you all next year for the worst spinoff to ever air on television."

[this-too-shall-bleed]

quite the wager

[old-mans]

changing my icon/avatar today… cataloguing my previous ones under my icons tag

[nomohmoss]

happy birthday kaeya!! ❄️

we move towards the stars

and all that we touch becomes ours

[yeehawkpierce]

I don’t know if I ever told this story on here but apparently when my mom was back in college one of her final exams was scheduled for the evening of the mash finale and a bunch of students complained and threw a fit until finally the professor was like “show of hands: how many of you are planning on skipping my exam to go watch mash?” And like a good 80% raised their hands and the prof was like “…and what if that meant you failed the entire course?” And apparently only a few students put their hands down so the guy had to reschedule the exam. Moral of the story: there’s power in numbers and also mash was and forever will be more important than statistical analysis

[mournfulroses]

Anna Akhmatova, from A Stranger to Heaven and Earth: Poems of Anna Akhmatova; "Farewell Song,"

[doesromandoart]

how farewell my turnabout would've ended if phoenix wasn't a coward