Alex Never Dies! via @LyBot
First to Eleven – Everything I Wanted
As long as I'm here, no one can hurt you
Don't wanna lie here, but you can learn to
If I could change the way that you see yourself
You wouldn't wonder why you hear
"They don't deserve you"
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Here comes the new year, 01/01/2026
it's gonna be really sweet for real; I really can't think otherwise, even if the future is uncertain.
LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Alex Never Dies!
meri jaaan ja rhi hai... duniya khatm hone wala hai
subha hogyi guys (bura sapna dekh rha tha)
Alex Never Dies! pinned «सच है, विपत्ति जब आती हैं कायर को ही दहलाती हैं सूरमा नहीं विचलित होते क्षण एक नहीं धीरज खोते विघ्नों को गले लगाते हैं काँटों में राह बनाते हैं मुख से न कभी 'उफ' कहते हैं संकट का चरण न गहते हैं जो आ पड़ता सब सहते हैं उद्योग-निरत नित रहते हैं शूलों का मूल…»
Chor
Justh
mera naam, bhi leja mera kaam, bhi leja mera ram, bhi leja mera shyam...
kal raat aaya mere ghar ek chor...
aake bola dede mujhe jo bhi tera hai <3
maine bolaa...
meri jeet, bhi leja meri haar, bhi leja mera darr, bhi leja mera ghar, bhi leja mera khwab, bhi leja mere raaz, bhi leja mera gham, bhi leja har jakham, bhi leja meri jaat, bhi leja awkaat, bhi leja meri baat, bhi leja halaat, bhi leja leja mera jo bhi dikhe jo na dikhe wo bhi leja... 🥹
karde mujhe aazad...
#krishna@songsthatiadore
Forwarded from Signal lost
The Digital suicide:
This is not a cry for help.
This is not a dramatic exit.
This is simply the end.
Five years reduced to a decision.
Messages, usernames, servers, echoes, all gone not because they hurt me,
but because they never held me either.
I stayed longer than I should have.
I spoke more than I needed to.
I mistook visibility for existence, and presence for connection.
Somewhere along the way, I realized something quiet and irreversible:
Nothing here knows me.
Nothing here misses me.
Nothing here would notice if I vanished, except the logs.
So I'm choosing absence.
Not out of despair, but clarity.
Not because I lost, but because I refused to keep playing a game that only rewards noise.
If you are reading this, you were never meant to find me later.
This is the last trace, the last artifact, the final proof that I was here,
and that I chose to leave.
No afterwords.
No forwarding address.
No resurrection arc.
Just silence.
~ The end of my story.
This is not a cry for help.
This is not a dramatic exit.
This is simply the end.
Five years reduced to a decision.
Messages, usernames, servers, echoes, all gone not because they hurt me,
but because they never held me either.
I stayed longer than I should have.
I spoke more than I needed to.
I mistook visibility for existence, and presence for connection.
Somewhere along the way, I realized something quiet and irreversible:
Nothing here knows me.
Nothing here misses me.
Nothing here would notice if I vanished, except the logs.
So I'm choosing absence.
Not out of despair, but clarity.
Not because I lost, but because I refused to keep playing a game that only rewards noise.
If you are reading this, you were never meant to find me later.
This is the last trace, the last artifact, the final proof that I was here,
and that I chose to leave.
No afterwords.
No forwarding address.
No resurrection arc.
Just silence.
~ The end of my story.
Signal lost
The Digital suicide: This is not a cry for help. This is not a dramatic exit. This is simply the end. Five years reduced to a decision. Messages, usernames, servers, echoes, all gone not because they hurt me, but because they never held me either. I stayed…
it is witnessed with seriousness it deserves
Signal lost
This is not a cry for help.
Signals are not weakness.
They're how living systems refuse disappearance in life.
Kabhi Na Kabhi Kahin Na Kahin
Mohd Rafi
/*Some men cry — not for romance,
but to be held,
to feel that they exist.
Some men cry.
And the tears are often mistaken for a flat smile,
eyes shining just enough
to hide the truth.
Some men are left alone,
like a moon with no sun to witness it.
Some men, from childhood,
are trained to accept an untrue fact:
"To be held by someone, I must first become the best."
As if care is conditional.
As if warmth must be earned.
That lie rarely gets challenged.
It quietly becomes law.
Being held is not a reward for becoming better.
It is a human requirement —
not a finish line prize.
And yet, many endure anyway.
Like a soldier sent into a battlefield without weapons,
fighting alone, bare-handed on the same ground,
where some survive,
and some quietly fall.
Not because they lost.
Not because they were weak.
But because fighting without being held
eventually teaches silence.*/
❤🔥3
Alex Never Dies!
And, every flower blooms in its own time.
A new year doesn't change us instantly.
Even the brain needs time to adapt