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این هوای مادرج کی میخواد سرد شه؟ من دلم برای هودیایی که ۳ نسل مادریم توش جا میشه تنگ شده.
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خیلی دوست دارم آخرش برام ریده باشن چون جدی ناراحت میشم اگه بفهمم همهی این صبر کردنها و تحملکردنها برای یک هیچِ بزرگ بوده.
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i don't do romance shit. you either shoot me in the head and then sleep with me in a grave or fuck out of my face.
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all this running and doing and buying and using for a few more days to waste more air. it's nonsense.
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wonder when does it ends and by saying it, i don't mean my life bc i need a human extinction perhaps.
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4:44 i'll remain the closest, my head in your chest, by your side as you spin the frays of your lattice.
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is this your form of contrition? your guilt binding condition? exhumed your grievances about all that you'd give, you're screeching to the firmament.
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3:20 your taunting games and thy spell of endless rage, you swallowed the key to my lattice cage.
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the seventh sword, the thorn in your side. drank your tears till i swelled and writhed.
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from her frays you've spun. a lattice, a cage, an armor of protection, shield to her glaive. scar below the navel of a malefic gaze, singed from the dressings by her caustic flame.
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for my mental health, this life is definitely ai generated with the poorest prompt known.
