اگزیستانسیال

ah, to be wrong without carrying the guilt.

i wish things could be different. better or worse, it doesn't matter anymore. either way, they both will come to an end.

i used to stand and be wrong, to be opposite of what is, but it's getting quite frustrating to be something that isn't normalized.

we try so hard to look the right way, the way others want us to, but since the roots are rotten themselves, it feels useless and just a waste of time.

everything seems wrong. no matter what i do or how much i try to make it look the right way, it’s never enough. it’s wrong. it has always been.

3:36 make me understand, help me understand, i know. turn the scented glass, watching strangers pass, i'm alone.

wait, i couldn't hear you, you're the only thing that i could recover. hey, i didn't see you, the only one.

take, don't sear, making it all for you. go downstairs, making it all to lose.

oh, i'll change her, erasing myself. oh, i'll fix it, erase it again.

چمیدونم مثلا یه موشکی، بمب اتمی، شهاب سنگی، انفجار خورشیدی، هرچی کَرَمته. فقط زودتر. لطفا.

خیلی سعی میکنم جلوی خودم رو بگیرم، اما بعد به خودم میام و میبینم دارم از پشت میوفتم. کلا در هر صورت روی مرزی هستم که دو طرفش گا هست.

نیاز دارم یک مدتی بخوابم و فکر نکنم. مثلا تو قبر.

یک عالمه آدم اون بیرون هست، یک عالمه چشم و دهن و گوش و کوفت و زهرمار. بهش که فکر میکنم روانی میشم.

rose from the ashes, they called her name. she is the baroness, batron saint of shame. she didn’t wish for martyrdom, she didn’t wish for blame, all the embers are like flags in the flame.