I've finally done it /lit/, I managed to get tuberculosis. The most romantic, patrician end is within my grasp.
I wish romantic aesthetics like wasting away from consumption would come back into fashion, it really feels right to me. I know I will eventually die from it, but it's a better ending than most people get. I've been reading a lot of romantic lit to get in the right mindset.
What /lit/ ways have you considered? The only other good one I could think of was opiates, but that's kind of gauche I think- I prefer the wasting gradual erasure thing that TB offers. If I was a girl I think I would like to be a miraculous maid, but it's not as romantic for guys I think.
Funny thing is consumption is one of the largest killers nowadays, it just means something else.
You could also try Byron's bloodletting > sepsis > fever > death route. A bit more dramatic than coughing into a hanky while you shuffle off your mortal coil.
>Can suicide be beautiful? Can it be an art? Slitting the wrists heavenward, while nodding off to dope as Béla Bartók’s String Quartet plays lonesome in the background is achingly tranquil. Falling free from the highest tower in a small town on a cloudless, smoky night could be artistic. But the brutal self hanging in some malodorous motel closet at one in the afternoon is not anything of art, but a burning painting, alone and never seen but critiqued by the supposed fanatical perception of others. The wet paint scalded, dripping off fumes of desperation and acerbic sleepwalking life that never came to be. Messy despair. A handgun to the head with one last satisfied smile? Thematic and musical. A logical end to befuddlement and ire.
>A handgun to the head with one last satisfied smile
>The most romantic, patrician end
The true patrician end is going out while wathing watching porn at 115 Decibels. Loud as a rock concert babyyyyy
>I know who Bartok is but I also call heroin dope.
>senpai pls notice how easily I change between pleb and patrician registers - the most patrician prose of all!!!
Too bad it's so easy to treat now. Unless you got the antibiotic resistant strain then you certainly lucked out. If you didn't don't worry it's pretty easy to create that strain in your body. Just make sure to take the medication for about 3/4 of the required time and then stop.
I've tried it many times with IV heroin, was brought back twice from being clinically dead, each time just under a minute. And now I'm STILL alive, and on top of everything a heroin addict.
You are on the right path to dying like a rock star, nothing like drifting off into opiate oblivion in a motel room in L.A. in the middle of your prime.
The Milton way.
He died aged 65 but I'd say atleast 50. Fuck all the dying in your 20's shit... No one is a master of anything in there 20's.
>''Milton's magnum opus, the blank-verse epic poem Paradise Lost, was composed by the blind and impoverished Milton from 1658 to 1664''
I'd say the most ''romantic'' way to go is dying in poverty and your masterpiece published posthumously