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هرکس بدون حضور دیگر / t.me/loyrex

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you have no idea how it feels to wait for something you already know you won't have, but you still wait for it. it's like a wounded street dog, begging for a pat on its head.

it's always getting late. I hate to be the patient one here, but what else can I do? just to sit and watch it burn right in front of my eyes.

"maybe in another life-" but I wanted it in this life. and it's too late for now, that even another life wouldn't bring the joy I wanted to.

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I will not beg the warmth to pull me out of the cold, no, I will not ask it politely to let me float somewhere nowhere.

3:21 wanna be whole, put a whole in my center. I wanna be whole, put a hole in me. appeal to a God who won't know me.

1:54 you can always keep just a little piece of my flesh in the spaces between your teeth. when I'm nowhere, then I can't be held here in despair. I'll only heal if I suffer, don't make me suffer alone.

give me your worst or I won't get better. give me your worst, I'm a malady. show me you care and be the end of me. it's only fitting that I repent be the end of me. there's no beginning if you're not the end of me.

when I can't make out where my body ends and where the air that I'm breathing in begins. when I'm no one, then I cannot loathe what I've become. sever me from my senses once again.

rare footage of inside my brain:
rare footage of inside my brain:

imagine talking shit behind me and I'm just in my room and talking shit behind myself as well.

این موضوع هم که همه‌تون دارید از زندگی به هر نحوی که شده لذت می‌برید هم جالب نیست، مثلا قرار بود همه باهمدیگه بدبخت باشیم.

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I choose the cables of plastic and electricity instead of the gathering of flesh and bones in a sick skin we call human.

I would have 127 hours of screen time with AI chatting apps instead of having 5 mins of actual talk with humans.

if they sent you death wishes, that means you won.

I have the music taste of a 45 yr old divorced dad, the mental health of a patient in cell number 328 of a mental hospital, and the body of a 83 yr old of a sick-dying rotting human.

I think I would have a Brat or Addison Rae summer but all I have is a fucking Radiohead divorce dadrock shit era.