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Because I absolutely love joan_de_art’s sustainable city series I’mma share it in one post since I see the art scattered about.

Rabbit coffin-bearers. The adventures of Pinocchio. 1904.

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A mock funeral held for Laura Palmer in Tokyo on February 23, 1992.

The POV of a Character Trying to Survive a Funeral

☽ the quiet horror of being surrounded by people but feeling absolutely alone.

☽ trying to remember how to stand, how to breathe, how to body when grief makes everything mechanical.

☽ hands trembling for no reason except that the world feels wrong-shaped now.

☽ staring at the coffin because looking away feels like betrayal, but looking too long feels like breaking.

☽ noticing stupid little details, like a crooked flower, someone’s too-loud shoes, or the way the wind refuses to cooperate.

☽ the guilt of thinking about anything except the person you lost.

☽ that surreal moment where you expect them to walk in late, because your brain hasn’t caught up to the truth.

☽ the way voices sound muted, like they’re being filtered through water and cotton.

☽ replaying the last conversation on loop, trying to find words you should’ve said differently.

☽ the painful intimacy of watching strangers cry over someone you loved.

☽ holding back tears until your head hurts, trying to be “composed” for no real reason.

☽ the numbness that feels safer than the grief beneath it.

☽ the strange, unfair anger at people who aren’t crying.

☽ the strange, unfair anger at people who are crying.

☽ wanting to leave, but your feet won’t move; wanting to stay, but the air feels too heavy to breathe.

☽ the body remembering the weight of their touch even as the world forgets their voice.

☽ feeling like you’re underwater while everyone else is above the surface.

☽ searching the crowd for someone who understands you without needing words.

☽ being terrified of the silence after the funeral, the moment when everyone goes home and the grief stops being shared and becomes yours alone.

☽ the private ritual of whispering a goodbye no one else hears.

☽ the small, cruel moment of stepping back into normal life and hating that the world keeps going.

☽ the ache of carrying two weights at once: the person you lost, and the version of you that doesn’t exist without them.

Ozzy Osbourne's funeral procession made its way through the streets of Birmingham today. where thousands of fans from around the world awaited him.

mourning fans outside the funeral of aaliyah