Posts tagged death
goodbye to sleep
i think this staying up is exactly what i need
life:
Therese Frare — David Kirby on his deathbed, Ohio, 1990.
In November 1990 LIFE magazine published a photograph of a young man named David Kirby — his body wasted by AIDS, his gaze locked on something beyond this world — surrounded by anguished family members as he took his last breaths. The haunting image of Kirby on his death bed, taken by a journalism student named Therese Frare, quickly became the one photograph most powerfully identified with the HIV/AIDS epidemic that, by then, had seen millions of people infected (many of them unknowingly) around the globe.
More than two decades later, on National HIV Testing Day, LIFE.com shares the deeply moving story behind that picture, along with Frare’s own memories of those harrowing, transformative years.
Learn more about the story behind the image here.
I thought I could makes some posts about papercut artists I like so here’s a beautiful and creepy papercut Totentanz/ Dance Macabre from 1922 by German artist Walter Draesner:
Pic1: Death and the children
Pic2:Together in death
Pic3: Death by drowning
Pic4: Death in the desert
Pic5: Death by burning
Pic6: Death and the rider
Pic7: Death and the rake
Pic8: Death and the countess
Pic9: Death and the aviator
Pic10: Death by accident
Pic11: Death at sea
Pic12: Death and the warrior
I am getting one of these on my body.
(Source: paperflower86)
It occurs to me that,
when I die,
they might find the necklace
I dropped behind the bed
and wonder
how long it was there,
and whether I’d missed it.
But will they care
about my favorite color,
my long-range plans,
or my habit of searching myself
for signs of rust?
(via seabois)
Time that withers you will wither me. We will fall like ripe fruit and roll down the grass together. Dear friend, let me lie beside you watching the clouds until the earth covers us and we are gone.
(via farewell-kingdom)
When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.
(via seabois)