Voidborn

I hope that after death, it’s just death. Silence, peace, freedom No need to think, the brain devoid of any thought Maybe the only thing I’ll want to keep is yogurt Maybe the need for painkillers will finally be gone No sound to accompany the headache Dealing with people is the hardest thing in the world for me, and dealing with my own thoughts is even harder Death is the brightest point in my thoughts The only moment when I can unconsciously smile genuinely while thinking and staring into space

بابا دس خوش

اونو بکنیم و پولشم ندیم؟

انقد باهاش هد زدم گردن درد گرفتم

به جوونیم میگم کجایی مثله بابایه سپهر

He finally opted out of this pathetic, filth-ridden pit of humanity. He realized that among all these repulsive, hollow creatures, the only salvation was eternal silence. At least now, he doesn’t have to look at your miserable, worthless faces anymore.

Dazai osamu

He finally opted out of this pathetic, filth-ridden pit of humanity. He realized that among all these repulsive, hollow creatures, the only salvation was eternal silence. At least now, he doesn’t have to look at your miserable, worthless faces anymore

He finally opted out of this pathetic, filth-ridden pit of humanity. He realized that among all these repulsive, hollow creatures, the only salvation was eternal silence. At least now, he doesn’t have to look at your miserable, worthless faces anymore

اصلا دوست دارم هرچی آدم پلشت میبینم کیر بکنم اصلا دوست دارم هرچی آدم کیری دورمه سیک بخورن

ددد

دلم عمیقا یه نوتیف خوشحال‌‌کننده میخواد

-Lorniva

Rezső Seress jumped from the window of his Budapest apartment in January 1968 but survived; however, he later ended his life in the hospital using an electrical wire. The day after Seress's death, *The New York Times* reported: "Yesterday, Rezső Seress, composer of the famous song 'Gloomy Sunday,' took his own life. Yesterday was Sunday