#though provoking

[krumpkin]

This isn't easy but it is true 🤔

[kiwiicaspian]

Famous Last Words of Different Kinds of Artist

Vincent Van Gogh: “I shall never get rid of this depression.”

Ludwig van Beethoven: “Too bad, too bad! It’s too late!”

William Shakespeare: “I commend my soul into the hands of God my Creator, hoping and assuredly believing, through the only merits of Jesus Christ my Savior, to be made partaker of life everlasting; and my body to the earth, whereof it was made.”

Charlie Chaplin: “Why not? It belongs to him.”

Jane Austen: “I want nothing but death.”

Leonardo Da Vinci: “I have offended God and mankind because my work did not reach the quality it should have.”

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: “The taste of death is upon my lips… I feel something that is not of this earth.”

Alfred Hitchcock: “One never knows the ending. One has to die to know exactly what happens after death, although Catholics have their hopes.”

Johann Sebastian Bach: “Don’t cry for me, for I got where music is born”

After researching famous last words I started to research last words of serial killers. I don’t know why. Some of them were admitting to their murder, some of them were pleading that they were innocent, and other last words were just kind of weird and creepy.

I also realized that people got killed for their crimes with electric chairs. That’s probably what freaked me out the most.

Charlie Chaplin’s last words are hard to understand if you don’t read it in context. Search it up if you want.

Some of these quotes are translated from different languages so they aren’t exactly what they said.

[kiwiicaspian]

a suicide story for him

This is an AU I created and you can request me to rewrite the story with the ships below. The story will be different considering the characters personalities and the relationship they hold. You can choose who is HIM and who is HER. 

 Thank you for reading: a suicide story for him 

 Ships:

 - Victuuri 

- Klance

 - Adrienette or Marichat 

- Mystic messenger pairings 

 Dear HIM,

 I'm going to kill myself (well that escalated quickly).

 I've thought about it for a while and you're the only person that knows.

 I'm sorry I never told you, I just didn't want to burden you with all my problems. When I texted you I wanted to make you laugh, not pity me.

Here’s the thing.

 I'm a psychopath.

 My mind is always thinking and swirling with ideas. I know that was your favorite part of me. But thinking too much isn't always a good thing. 

My left brain reasons with me about everything I should be grateful for, but my right brain is always telling me that I don't deserve any of it.

 Next Saturday I'm going to take a bus to the Verrazano bridge and end it. Exactly at 5:00pm shall I jump off. I've always wanted to jump off a bridge. It sounds fun. I read a book about a guy that jumped off bridges and the description was something I wanted to experience. It’s called The 39 Deaths of Adam Strand

 Sincerely, HER 

 He was shocked to read it yet not su surprised that the think influencing her was a book. One of the things they bond on most was their love for literature.

Maybe HIM didn't know HER as much as he thought. But, he did know one thing, HER told HIM the exact date and the time in hopes that he would come and save HER. 

 That had to be it. 

He really couldn't tell anyone. Not his family, not their other friends. he knew HER wouldn't want that. 

That Saturday afternoon he skipped swim practice. HIM was going to get scolded by his parents but, that wasn't his top priority at the moment. She lived a few states away but this bridge split the distance evenly.

 Maybe HER did it on purpose. 

Maybe she just likes that bridge. 

 "You're two minutes late" she said, looking at her Hello Kitty watch. The only sounds were the angry honks of New Yorkers, strange consider that they were on a bridge. Not much should be happing there.

 "So you waited for me?" He inquired. Seeing her lean against the railing with the sunset behind her felt unreal. He kept imagining being too late but their was never going to be a "too late" because she waited. "Come on HER, lets go home" he said. 

She smiled at him. It wasn't the smile he wanted. It was a sad smile. They type of smile hthat people give before saying goodbye. No one wants to see that smile.

"I wanted my last moments to be with you, that's why I waited...I knew you'd come" HER turn around to face the ocean. "Please don't think I'm weak, please don't think I'm giving up".

 HIM walked up beside her, resting his arms on the rail. They didn't look at each other. At this point, HIM felt so far away from HER. He really though he knew HER. But she's still a mystery. "I'm not giving up, I'm going to reincarnate so I can be with you again". 

  "I know you'll respect my wishes, I know that you won't physically stop me" she said, "I know you'll want too". HIM stayed quite. He was a quiet guy while HER was exuberant and lively. He didn't know how they fit so perfectly. But then he realized that HER was a lot like HIM and he was a lot like HER. They were different on the outside but shared many hidden similarities.

"Didn't you say that you wanted really cool and funny last words? Will I get to hear them?" HIM asked, not knowing what else to say. 

She took a breath.

 "...I love you, you've always been the one I love most. When I got somewhere I wish you were with me. When I see something I think about how much you'd enjoy it. When I'm sad, I think about how I can make you happy. Please be my best friend till the end" she prepped her feet onto the bar.

 "Close your eyes...or don't" And for the first time, HIM watched someone fly. She pushed off the railing and didn't even flinch. And HIM didn't either when he wrapped his arms around her stomach. 

 He didn't respect HER decision at all. 

He was selfish.

He takes in the smell of her hair and the city air.

[kiwiicaspian]

The Selfish and the Selfless

They are siblings. The old brother is the selfish. He treats people with superficial love and is loyal to no one but himself. People love him for his hugs and meaningless words. Yet he wouldn't offer anything for someone else's sake. He is the selfish. The sister is the selfless. She lets people sleep on her lap even if her legs go numb. She doesn't say 'love' to anything and give no physical affection. Her beautiful thoughts have been corrupted by the people she care for. She is the selfless. Now who is more broken? The brother with no heart? Or the sister with no mind? Or maybe it's the people? The people that ruined them all... - (She'd do anything for him, even though she knows his words are as unreliable as the shape of the clouds)

[kiwiicaspian]

By Nameless

If he had a superpower It would be invisibility Who was he? You'd never know You can't hear him You can't see him But I can And I wonder what would happen If I took a step closer But I don't I watch his disappear Who was he? He was nameless If I had a superpower It would be camouflage I'm just like him But I blend in While he is completely gone

[kiwiicaspian]

My Thoughts on Physical Affection

People have no boundary. They think that everyone else is just like them and even if you tell them to stop they won't. No one takes this seriously. They don't understands how much it really bothers me. In fact, sometimes when people hug me I get scared. To the point that I'm frozen in fear. I only like affection from the people I trust. I can no long feel comfortable with my mother touching me. If I tell her to stop touching me she'll call be disrespectful so I have to endure it. I hate it. I'm so afraid of her. Oh the other hand, I've deprived myself from physical affection. Lots of my friends stray away from me because they don't wanna make me uncomfortable. So when I do get hugged, I don't wanna let go. Which is just plain creepy. I'm so creepy T_T I've pretty much dug this grave for myself. And there is no stopping this. I don't know why I'm so afraid of being touched though. Maybe I have some sad backstory that I just don't remember. Oh no, I'm one of those characters.

[kiwiicaspian]

Ballons

Have you ever though about the life of a balloon? It's kind of sad. I'd like to be a balloon that flies off into the sky and sees the world from a new perspective. Other balloons don't get that far. They slowly wait for the inevitable. Their body slowly weakens like a flower in a vase. And when they die, they're thrown away. Some balloons get popped. Some balloons get popped by themselves. Is that balloon suicide? What about animal balloons? I don't even know what to say about that. Sounds painful but also kind of interesting. Kind of like a tattoo. You're body is becoming art.

[kiwiicaspian]

Synesthesia

I love the idea of any AU of a character with synesthesia. Like if they hear or taste colors.

Man, I would love to taste colors.

It’s an amazing gift.

But, it is possible that synesthesia can have a negative effect.

It can lead to sensory overload.

I don’t know what that is...it doesn’t sound so good though.