اگزیستانسیال

just a family friendly reminder that:

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.

first date idea: we play kiss-marry-kill game but it will start with you killing me.

all this running and doing and buying and using for a few more days to waste more air. it's nonsense.

wonder when does it ends and by saying it, i don't mean my life bc i need a human extinction perhaps.

used to be afraid of death, now i wait for it hour by hour with pure joy.

4:44 i'll remain the closest, my head in your chest, by your side as you spin the frays of your lattice.

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.

3:20 your taunting games and thy spell of endless rage, you swallowed the key to my lattice cage.

the lamb on the altar for your sacrifice. Mater Dolorosa, to you i’m confined.

the seventh sword, the thorn in your side. drank your tears till i swelled and writhed.

for my mental health, this life is definitely ai generated with the poorest prompt known.

اگر بنده رو درحال لذت بردن از زندگی دیدید، بدونید aiعه.

احساس میکنم باید برای بعضی دوستان یادآوری کنیم که آپشنِ حرف زدن اختیاری‌عه، لطفا ازش استفاده نکنید.

ما هی سعی میکنیم آروم باشیم و حرفی نزنیم بعد شما یه حرفی میندازی وسط آدم نمیدونه تو این گرما بزنه شما رو بکشه یا خودش رو یا جفت‌مون رو. خب خفه‌شو دیگه.