This is beautiful
Someone start a movement!!
This is beautiful
Someone start a movement!!
So…just saw this on my dash and HAD to share:
A Spanish designer Martin Azua has designed an awesome urn which will turn you into a tree after you die.
His urn is made from coconut shell, compacted peat and cellulose and inside it contains the seed of a tree.
Once your remains have been placed into the urn, it can be planted and then the seed germinates and begins to grow. You even get the choice to pick the type of plant you would like to become, depending on the kind of planting space you prefer.
Jonathon Kambouris. The Last Meal Project. Aileen Carol Wuornos.
Every prisoner waiting to be executed is granted a last meal. Prisoners waiting to die choose their last meal for different reasons. Some choose from past memories, while others feast on what they crave at the moment. Such fascinating details surrounding the final hours before being put to death are a matter of public record and are the inspiration for this series of photographs. Justice may not always be served because the innocent can be proved guilty and the guilty can be proved innocent. Choosing the last meal is a significant ritual because the accuracy and validity of this choice is the only answer one can ultimately accept. This series visually documents the face and last meal of a convicted killer and is without question, honest and true. This will be an on going project as executions continue to take place in the United States. The core of the issue lies not on the emotionally loaded (for or against) arguments, but to question, how is society really served by the death penalty?
JONATHON KAMBOURIS /// THE LAST MEAL PROJECT
“All the people that we’ve loved are with us in energy, because energy doesn’t die.” — RuPaul
Thinking of you today, Nanny.
Actress Annette Charles, who played Cha Cha DiGregorio in the hit film Grease, has died at the age of 63.
The actress, who also starred in TV series Gunsmoke and The Bionic Woman, was suffering from cancer.
sometimes I think about death
apparently it’s called ideation
I don’t want to kill myself; it would be messy/I’ve failed too many times already/Guilt
if I just…died…if nature did the dirty work for me…that would be “okay”
or something like that
fuck I’m morbid
but I guess that’s what depression’s done to me
In the midst of the endless tweets and posts about the untimely passing of Steve Jobs, it’s easy to overlook the fact that another pioneer died yesterday. And while he had no impact on how you communicate, if you live in the United States, he had a profound impact on your society. Which makes it that much more depressing that few Americans outside of Alabama know his name.
Fred Shuttlesworth was one of the fiercest voices in the Civil Rights Movement. A minister from Birmingham, he routinely went toe-to-toe with the racist public safety commissioner Bull Connor, a man determined to keep segregation alive even after the tide of public sentiment had turned against it and willing to employ violent thugs from the Ku Klux Klan to achieve those ends. It was Shuttlesworth who demanded Martin Luther King bring his publicity machine to Birmingham, and together they were co-founders of Southern Christian Leadership Conference. In 1963, he organized a peaceful march through downtown Birmingham and was arrested for failing to first secure a parade permit. He fought his conviction all the way to the Supreme Court. And won.
Shuttlesworth is widely regarded as the most fearless soldier in the fight against segregation, and no matter how many attempts were made on his life, he never faltered. In 1956, sixteen sticks of dynamite were detonated beneath his bedroom window. He survived. In 1957, he was attacked by a group of Klansmen, who beat him with brass knuckles and chains, and stabbed him. He survived. In 1958, someone planted a bomb in his church, but it was noticed by a church member and moved to the street before it went off. At no point did Shuttlesworth back down, nor did he waver from his commitment to nonviolence.
He once said he would “kill segregation or be killed by it.” All Americans should consider themselves fortunate that it was Shuttlesworth who emerged victorious in that battle. And none of us should forget him.
Mom said he got very sick, very fast. She took him to the vet and he had congestive heart failure and was put down so he wouldn’t suffer.
I couldn’t even be with him. I didn’t get to say goodbye. He was my cat for 10 years, and when he needed me most I couldn’t be there. How shit is that?
Rest in Peace, Skeeter. You were the coolest cat I ever knew. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there. I hope you weren’t too afraid. I hope you weren’t in pain. I hope you know how loved you
I don’t find it insensitive at all. To me that’s the only good that can come from death; it makes us stop and realize how fleeting our time is. I don’t know how, but eventually we all forget that it only takes one instant to change everything.
Thank you all for the kind thoughts and well wishes regarding Skeeter’s passing. It’s been a very hard day but logging in here and seeing that I’m not alone certainly helps.
Lightning Crashes is on right now.
Very fitting I think.
I forgot to tell y’all—to add insult to cat death, the Mexican restaurant next door that Jordan and I adore is moving. I will no longer be able to have chips, sauce, and guacamole on demand. Uncool move, Tele’s. Very uncool.
At least I got to have some today; the avocado enchiladas covered in sour cream sauce were very comforting.
This would be my Mom’s current Facebook photo.
Seeing it made me cry the hardest yet today.
(The little patches of skin under my eyes hurt from all the wiping of the tears. I really do not take pet death well. I’ve lost many furbabies (and even a few featherbabies) but it never gets easier. This is the first time I haven’t been able to say goodbye, and I think that’s what’s upsetting me most. It is just so shocking; he was perfectly fine when I was visiting Mom and Dad last week. How could he be okay three days ago and be buried under the peach tree today? I just don’t get it.)