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1:39 i’m calling, and i’m calling, but not no one is standing at the river bank calling out my name. and i can feel the soil and silt, i’m calling and i’m calling like no one ever did.

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i feel so designed, so made to know, that there is no place in time in backwards-flow, and this is all there is. and i close my eyes, and i’m not depressed or anything, i just close my eyes. this is all there is.

imagine what they did to us that we're manifesting a fucking war so they can all die, or luckily us too.

we may not be in a war but we have the mentality of it and who knows, maybe we WILL be in it soon.

i'm laying in bed with the nervous system of someone who is going to war.

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in the silence where time is swallowed, a nameless being bound by blood and snow, slowly ascends, drawn by the weight of the soul.

2:13 its birth is invisible to the eye. the sky speaks not, but as if it heard, it stops. the wind holds its breath.

stars fall like the dust of prayer, there is warmth within. trembling, formless, waiting.

something stirs beneath the ice, a voice older than the mountains echoes beneath the frost, a hymn without words, a melody that resonates through the marrow of the earth.

1:25 dividing the fog, i wander through the ashes of memory. the air bends, and every stone remembers a name.

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구룡 백두의 산맥 아래 천년의 눈이 숨을 쉰다 얼어붙은 공기. 속에서 산의 심장은 천 번의 겨울마다 한 번씩 뛴다. 하늘의 틈이 열리고 희미한 빛이 내려온다 말없이 끝없이.
beneath the Baekdu Mountains of Guryong, a thousand-year-old snow breathes in the frozen air. within, the mountain's heart beats once every thousand winters. a rift in the sky opens, and a faint light descends, silently and endlessly.

is it better to find a new thing to get obsessed and addicted to it or to die?

instead of saying down with others, you should prepare to dig your own grave.

بنده خودم خیلی دوست دارم تبدیل به ماضیِ بعید بشم اما از شنیدن به‌کار بردن‌شون برای کسی که عاشقِ حال مضارع بود، عصبی‌ام میکنه.

این موضوع که فعل‌های مورد استفاده برای خطاب دادن یک شخص رو از حال مضارع به ماضیِ بعید تبدیل کردید، باعث میشه روز افزون آتیش بگیرم.

راستش درحال حاضر حتی مرگ هم باعث راحتیم نمیشه چون حتی وقت مرگ هم گذشت. زمانی که باید، نشد. حالا باید نگاه کنیم و تا زمانِ نامعلومی غصه بخوریم.

and if the Hell that you're keep talking about it is real, i hope you'll be the first ones to fucking burn in it.
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