memento mori
@tenposike
just a little scrapbook where i reblog posts on the topic of death and posts that celebrate life and history. no original content. content warning for death, possibly unreality and occaisonally outdated language
been thinking a lot about anticipatory grief lately. i love you so much that i know losing you will devastate me. i haven't lost you yet but i already miss you. we still have time, but it won't be enough. i think about what i would say at your funeral, and say some of it to you now cause i need you to know how loved you are before you go. you will go where i cannot follow, but you will never really leave me. it won't make it hurt less but it is a part of healing somehow.
Palepoli by Usamaru Furuya
the K-Pg risograph print is now up at greerstothers.shop!
there are only 20 copies available (I wasn’t anticipating so many people liking this!), and they’re 8 x 16 inches
I should also give an explanation about what’s being shown here!
for a few nights before the K-Pg impact (the apocalyptic event that wiped out all non-avian dinosaurs), the asteroid would have been visible in the sky as a star that grew brighter over time. that always struck me as fairly ominous. like they could look up and see death coming, without any idea of what it meant.
if anyone would like a more in-depth breakdown of the event, this video is a favourite of mine:
Imagine being lost on the Enterprise all alone and it’s just miles and miles of corridors like this
Oh, let me tell you a story…
I was a production assistant on “Deep Space Nine”.
One day I was in a hurry, and decided to shave a half minute off my journey but zipping through a soundstage and out the other side. It was Stage Four, and held Ops, some personal quarters, Sisko’s quarters, the Cargo Bay.. and hallways.
It was lit, because we were moving there later in the afternoon. I began jogging through the corridor and stopped right in the middle, where I could see neither end of the set piece. Suddenly, I WAS THERE. I was on the station. It was a complete alternate reality feeling, almost deja-vu, a deep familiarity. I paused, and a chill ran down my spine.
But I was in a hurry, and my feet took me quickly to the end of the set, and I looked back… yep, just a lit set, all alone on the soundstage, nothing I hadn’t seen a thousand times.
And yet. I had been there. On the station. For a split second, I was no longer on Stage Four, on the Paramount lot, in the middle of Los Angeles. I was in Bajoran space, on a station in the stars. It was only a moment… but the feeling and the memory has never, ever left me.
Sometimes I wonder if anyone else experienced the same thing.
grendelmenz-deactivated20200929
some sort of love poem
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This is the wildest result of one of my comics becoming popular I feel rabid
was just gonna reblog this bomb ass comic again bc it's a mood but the author's addition is hilarious. this is why your english teachers taught you to find meaning in a text
transphobic music fans be listening to he or she might be giants
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