And then, while I looked fixedly at my wife who I no longer loved, while within me some doors closed firmly and others threatened to stay open forever, as the world once again showed me it’s absurdity, its chance and coincidence, its small revenges and rewards, I thought about how much secret pain exists all around us: the women who wait, the children who lose their parents, the men in flames.
Ricardo Menéndez Salmón


Your hands may tremble the first time you murder someone, but the more you kill, the more you feel obliged to keep killing and the more nimbly you swing your sword—and with every death blow the balance sheets of the economy only get stronger and stronger.


holyismstogoddamn:

“Am I bad son, Alfred?”

“Master Richard, why on earth would you ever—”

“Bruce still visits them, you know. His parents. Once a week. And the clock that leads to the cave is still set to the time they died. All these years later…their deaths are still what drives him.

“My Dad used to say I looked too far forward. That I brushed off the things I didn’t want to deal with. Is that why it doesn’t hurt the same way anymore, Alfred? Is that why when I think about them, I only think about their lives? Am I brushing off what happened to them?”

“What you’re doing is healing. You’re accepting that things change. But moving on with one’s life and forgetting are two separate things. And, dare I say it’s better to celebrate the way some lived…than to be driven by the way they died.”

It would be months before I’d realize how right Alfred was.

[Nightwing #0 2012]

This is my favourite scene in this issue. It speaks volumes about the difference between Dick and Bruce, and Alfred’s wisdom —so often brushed off by Bruce— is always taken into account by Dick.

Excellent writing and gorgeous art.



LotR Meme | [2/3] Deaths; Boromir

 Be at peace son of Gondor.



and because they knew from life only life as it gave
itself, they didn’t ask what is after their fates and their graves.
— Mahmoud Darwish


I interviewed a woman who is terminally ill. ‘So,’ I tried to delicately ask, ‘What is it like to wake up every morning and know that you are dying?’ ‘Well,’ she responded, ‘What is it like to wake up every morning and pretend that you are not?’
— Unknown (via the-chai-addict)


Leaves from the vine
Falling so slow
Like fragile tiny shells
Drifting in the foam
Little soldier boy
Come marching home
Brave soldier boy
Comes marching home

Those leaves did grow
From branches overgrown
Drifting slowly down
Resting on the loam
Little soldier boy
Taken from home
Forced to fight a war
That’s not his own

Leaves from the vine
Falling so slow
Like fragile tiny shells
Drifting in the foam
Little soldier boy says
“Carry me home”
Sleeping soldier boy
Is carried home

Iroh-Avatar the Last Airbender

Book 2, chapter 15



Why should I fear death? If I am, death is not. If death is, I am not. Why should I fear that which can only exist when I do not?
— Epicurus   (via delucazade)


“I sit there and say, ‘Please don’t call me up, I am too shy.’ But once I get up there, I take control of myself. Being onstage is magic. There’s nothing like it. You feel the energy of everybody who’s out there. You feel it all over your body. When the lights hit you, it’s all over, I swear it is.”

“If you enter this world knowing you are loved and you leave this world knowing the same, then everything that happens in between can be dealt with.”

“I sit there and say, ‘Please don’t call me up, I am too shy.’ But once I get up there, I take control of myself. Being onstage is magic. There’s nothing like it. You feel the energy of everybody who’s out there. You feel it all over your body. When the lights hit you, it’s all over, I swear it is.”


“If you enter this world knowing you are loved and you leave this world knowing the same, then everything that happens in between can be dealt with.”



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