- i got guns in my head and they won’t go, spirits in my head and they won’t go.
Forwarded from Lieutenants (Cpt. Speirs)
I’ve always been afraid of swimming. But I’ve always wanted to drown in an ocean on a dark night. The sound of thick water pushing against my arms and legs, as my willingness to help myself out die slowly in my chest, salty water penetrating my lungs, exploding them. Memories, happy ones, play in my mind like a flash of light, eyes getting heavy so they weakly blink, silly smile getting carved on my face, body starting to rise back to the surface, almost feels like flying, it almost does.
All that, but in fact there’s nothing but utter silence, and silence was sheer loneliness
There, I die painfully, cold and alone.
All that, but in fact there’s nothing but utter silence, and silence was sheer loneliness
There, I die painfully, cold and alone.
Forwarded from Lieutenants (Cpt. Speirs)
من تگول لأمك انو دتعاني من ورة الanxiety وأخيراً تقرر تفضفض تخلفك العقلي وتبرر سلوكك المتوحد وبالأخير أمك تگول أكل زبيب
وددت لو كان بإمكاني إن أغسل روحي أيضًا، لكنّها كانت أعمق مَن أن يصلها الماء
- سنان أنطون.
- سنان أنطون.