#on death

[fjorrd]

on death with 1. lilies abounded, @petfurniture, twitter; 2. frances molina, “o’death”

[theprofoundcosmos]

Shelter dogs are still just dogs. You are still a dog. You still love.

— quote from a piece my boyfriend rewrote.

i'll add credits asap! (i say, about every recent web weave i post)

[paradoxarchive]

i am too in love with life, i don't want to die (i cannot fathom the absence of living)

arthoesunshine | sunlightafterdark | joseph cambell | mary oliver | amy krouse rosenthal | joseph brodsky | unknown | gregory orr | colette, tr by matthew ward | anaïs nin

[metamorphesque]

[kitchen-light]

Mourid Barghouti, " It's Also Fine"

[fairydrowning]

"I'm not doing awfully well but I'm trying very, very, very hard."

– Anne Sexton, from a letter to Florence Ehrhardt, c. February 1974

[sageandscorpiongrass]

Have you ever thought about losing your brother?

me vs. making webweaves on dying and family. really this was just an excuse to think about killing flies.

Killing Flies, Michael Dickman | Separation, W.S. Merwin | Eurydice, Ocean Vuong | It, Stephen King | Winnie-the-Pooh, A.A Milne | Fading Kitten Syndrome, ROAR | Quote via. Maurice Sendak | A Meeting, Wendell Berry | Anguish, August Friedrich Schenck | West Wind I, Mary Oliver | Planet of Love, Richard Siken | Quote via. C.C, Aurel | Oats We Sow, Gregory and the Hawk | The Living to the Dead, Käthe Kollwitz | Quote via Fortesa Latifi | Antigonick, Anne Carson | Killing Flies, Michael Dickman (cont.)

[asoftepiloguemylove]

on love, even in death

Madeline Miller The Song of Achilles // Rainer Maria Rilke The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge // Romeo + Juliet (1996) dir. Baz Luhrmann // Richard Siken "The Torn-Up Roads," Crush // Keaton St James (@boykeats) Matthew 19:12 // Lana Del Rey Born to Die // @/alessia.trunfio (instagram) // Florence + the Machine I'm Not Calling You a Liar // Michael Cunningham The Hours // System of a Down Lovely Day // Richard Siken "Planet of Love," Crush

[arsanimarum]

Georges Bataille, Erotism: Death and Sensuality

[tamsoj]

Charles Bukowski, "the dogs bark knives," from The People Look Like Flowers At Last

[girlfictions]

Robin Beth Schaer, from Holdfast

[llovelymoonn]

rachel kushner the mars room

kofi

[theloverstomb]

Hair does not attain relic status until it is removed from the head. The act of cutting creates a literal and mystical separation between hair and body; it is a rite by which the hair is transformed into personal relic and a model of remembrance. The hair’s cut edge represents the transition from natural artefact to cultural relic, when, Oliver says ‘the present presence of the body is anticipated as a future absence.’

Karen Bachmann, “The Power of Hair as Human Relic in Mourning Jewelery”, Death: A Graveside Companion, edited by Joanna Ebenstein

[fragmentedessence]

I fall asleep whispering “I am safer alone. I am safer alone. I am safer alone. I am safer alone” Forgive me, I practice my own death. Forgive me, memory is a rope around the neck.

Clementine Von Radics

[ethannku]

i’d rot with you too, if i could

tumblr post by @girlhorror​ / revenge by xxxtentacion / the lovers of valdaro / lazarus rises (amongst other things) by @icaruspendragon​ / mahmoud darwish / gravestone of james robert irwin and millie michaels irwin / wuthering heights by emily brontë

[kitchen-light]

Ghassan Zaqtan, "A Pillow", translated by Fady Joudah