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هرکس بدون حضور دیگر / t.me/loyrex

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overtaken by thoughts, on the edge of insanity. what once bloomed, now rots away.

i can feel how my body rots away, even if i still feel that i'm not even dead.

lost inside myself with no chance to get back. i'm crying for help, i can no longer breathe.

of course i don't give a fuck about future. i barely desire for seeing the next morning.

like why tf we can't just live it instead of worrying about the next days?

the concept of having a purpose or plan for your future makes me feel sick.

sorry to disturb you but quite seriously do y'all have a plan for your life? like literally? (please say no so I wouldn't feel loser and alone)

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it's so cold. i can't sleep. let me out of here. i won't ever be free from what's in my head.

it's so cold. i can't sleep. let me out of here. i won't ever be free from what's in my head.

all alone in my black room, been here since birth. right around the other side, i can't confirm. gotta find a way out even if it hurts. i crawl inside, you watch me burn.

i'm stuck in a cycle of being okay for some time then randomly losing my mind on a random night.

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i love morning cigarettes. it makes me want to choke and to die.

i love morning cigarettes. it make me want to choke and to die.

my mind is like a blank shell of a bullet. the brain that used to be the bullet has been shot years ago, now i'm nothing but just a mixed piece of flesh and metal.

i can't wait to pass the fuck out of nowhere.

everyday that passes means that there's one more percent chance to die naturally.