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vision grow within me. wither the word we once spoke. devoid from this restless world into obscurity. open arms with hands that never yield, give in to the storm.
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sorry I didn't text back I was just finishing my 228 suicide note of this year, what were you talking about?
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3:24 slit your final vein, close your eyes, this is your last day, make the most of it. don't be scared, don't be sad, you were at your peak and you lived your life. you served your purpose. death is calling your name. let me lead you, just follow me.
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open these bleeding valves. devour this world with my filth. pollute the air you breathe, pollute your eyes so you can see the reality of this world has become. this is the last sunrise, so enjoy this false happiness because there is no tomorrow.
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don't wish me luck or things like that. instead wish me a car accident, a piano falling from the 22nd floor of a tower on me, suffocation with gas or things like this.
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I thought about the first thing I thought at the beginning of the day and it was about killing myself or others. it depends on them tho.
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it makes me feel jealous of vampires when I'm under the sunlight and I didn't turned to ashes yet.
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1:45 pushed so close to the edge by waves, meant to wash away. cross grained and knotted breath, paraded by polished stains.
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