My friend owes a sketchy dude money, so he's been asked to "deliver a package" to another sketchy dude 4 hours away. I dont have kids or dependents, so my buddy asks me to help him out. Shit goes side ways and it becomes clear only one of us is gonna make it out alive. He's got a wife and kids, i just have student loans, so i take the gun and hold off the pissed of dudes while he makes a break for it. I take two hits to my right shoulder before giving them the slip. I know I'm not gonna make it to the hospital, so i make my way to the bench on the river walk nearby so that this can be the last thing i see before i die knowing i did at least one good deed.

That's what guys mean when they say that.

The White Snow is a symbol of purity a Void of sin blood is the sacrifice for mankind a symbol as seen in the hit TV show Jesus Christ, this is a desire to sacrifice yourself for the sins of the world.

Maybe we can talk about how a shit load of men fantasize about dying a peaceful and necessary death instead of wanting to live or having to live in reality?

Cuz fuck, that's so bleak.

I get it but at the same time I do not. It is a reference to a movie or something?

The cinematographer in me is wondering how I would go about staging the scene without putting footprints in the snow.

I want to bleed out not on the bench, but just below it, my back propped up by the wood.

Oh fuck yeah that's prime real estate

It doesn't have to be that way if you just leave John wick the fuck alone.

Raindrops on a lake
A universe of ripples
Center touching all

Listen, periods are not as glamorous as you’ve been led to believe.

Picture it, though: You're a bad man and you know that one good deed won't change that, even at the cost of your life - but maybe it's enough to regain your soul. The wound doesn't hurt any more and you know that's a sign the end is coming but for the first time in years you feel at peace. Individual snowflakes are settling on your skin like chilly kisses as your eyelids get heavy.

Cause Allie this the one time men are allowed to get in touch with their feelings with no judgement. It's cinema to go out this way. Way better than dying behind the Arby's dumpster with your pants down. No one wants to die like that.

When you clock out in the snow, have a smoke or swig from a flask or have in your hand a well loved photo of a loved one. Also have no ID, make it a mystery. Go out like a true boss.

Ash, just go to the hospital please...

Ooooh that's a good spot to die on.

It's from Istanbul, apparently

The seduction of the Noir.

I'd like to do baby footprints with the side of my loosely clinched hand and dab in the toes with my fingers, but whatever.