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just cut it off. carve it out. cut off a part of me. this flesh is weak and means nothing to me.
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گاهی اوقات دلم میخواد برای بعضی از آدمها لینک طناب و چهارپایه از دیجیکالا بفرستم و ازشون بخوام در یک نیمهشبِ سردِ پاییزی خودشون رو از سقف آویزون کنن.
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let it grow in you and you may
gain fruit, or instead you may get absolutely nothing.
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besides of being dead and not be able to breathe, there's no other differences between me and a corpse.
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sometimes i can feel the same pressure that a corpse gets when the gas went off of it's body and explodes, but the difference is that i don't explode and keep breathing and living instead.
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i am the mother, the father, the killer of light. i'm gonna cut you motherfucker, christ cocksucker, all right✨.
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3:57 i am the mother, the father, the killer, forever and ever all right. i am the shapeless, the deathless, remorseless forever and ever tonight. i'm feelin' hollow again.
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2:35 i'm a Christian zombie by daylight, satan, he come trippin' 'round midnight. circle jerkin' redneck truckers' dream. you scream, i scream, everybody screams for morphine💋.
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eating dead flowers bleeding in a strange daze. i was cutting throats and eating tears, smiling in a ruined age. douse my love everything with gasoline, grave flower blooms at your red light death scene🧍.
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all this flesh and bones are for nothing but to rot for nothing as well. fucking disgusting.
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it doesn't matter anymore. i mean it did matter at a time but it's passed that time, so it doesn't anymore.
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there's a urge to leave everything behind a bridge and jump and i fear that i can't fucking hold it anymore.
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