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Last Active 05-25-17 8:03 pm Joined 12-02-16
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| i'm slowly dying and for some reason don't want to
Love is sabotaging my nihilistic suicidal tendencies, and all I can do is think about the future. A year ago, I just wanted to imagine, conjure what my life would be like with any of the multitude of people I'd see in a day. A garden of forking paths, if you will. Now, I have a reason to not kill myself everyday. I'm tired of not being able to think, to daydream of what could have never been. Every day's the same again, but now, I'm not alone. No one told me love was going to make me care. | 1 | | Dowsing It's Still Pretty Terrible | 2 | | Foreign Tongues Fragile, As Said Before | 3 | | Hot Mulligan Opportunities | 4 | | As Tall As Lions You Can't Take It With You | 5 | | The National Boxer | 6 | | Troubled Coast Awake and Empty | 7 | | Silent Drive Love is Worth It | 8 | | The Hotelier Goodness | 9 | | Have Mercy A Place of Our Own | 10 | | Blacklisted When People Grow, People Go | 11 | | Liturgy Aesthethica | 12 | | Sorority Noise You're Not As ____ As You Think | |
Papa Universe
07.16.17 | Well, I'm not exactly a suicide hotline counsellor, but let me just marvel you a tale. There is a man, maybe your age, maybe older, maybe younger, that does not matter, he simply is there. He was born into mayhem, parents did not want him and therefore despised him and made sure he knew about it. His surroundings was a pure carnage. The city he was from was atrocious. Too much crime, too much violence, too much decay. He never got an education. He never had friends. He never learnt how to be a child. It seemed as if the world made sure he is as miserable as he can possibly be. And for a while he was. He grew up believing that everything is just like that. Everything is gray and bleak. Drugs may be the way out, but only for so long, until they too become a burden to carry. The people around might have something to give, but only as much, until it becomes unwelcome. So what's the point of such a life? Technically, the man could just end it all in one moment. Sure, he can. And it seems like the only thing that is left for him to do. The only logical solution. There is no way he makes it out of this. This place, this misery and hell hole is what has begotten him and what will cause his doom. He dreamt of it for so long. He wanted it for so long. And he will do it. And he was determined to do so...until one day. It does not matter, where he met her, it does not matter how. What matters is that he did. Her eyes like galaxies carrying the depth of the universe, her hair glowing like a ray of sunlight, her voice like the taste of honey. How did she appear in his life? Why? It was the universe rewarding the man for his patience. He held on strong, ready to snap with every passing moment. But he didn't. And he won't. Now he has the tools to do so. Even if she, the gift from the universe, ends up not there in the end, it will not stop him. Life went on and he did too. Stronger, knowing that for each of his step, there will be payoff in the end. | Papa Universe
07.16.17 | I apologise if that was a tad too tacky, as I said, I'm not a suicide hotline. I also never understood human obsession with death and suicide. I see suicide as a nice way to go, but not because the life is shit, but because it can never get any better. I would want to commit suicide myself at some point in my life, because I believe that at some point in my life I will reach and achieve all I ever wanted, or at least as much as I thought was possible. Then I know I deserve the right to control my own fate to its final moment. Sure death is inevitable and suicide might even be a nice way to go, but do make sure that that is the real payoff and that it is deserved. If death is right around the corner, you better make sure that you don't greet it empty-handed. | superluminals
07.16.17 | Yeah don't meet death empty handed bring a blunt
I heard death gets blazed |
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