King Sorrow

I don't fuckin know. random shit I like and feel. I’m 34 he/him

[beatchya]

[lost-boy-rufio]

I hate that a big part of borderline is paranoia and feeling like everyone’s against you. It makes it so hard to tell when they aren’t. It hurts when it’s the closest people to you and you can’t trust what they say cause it all sounds like gaslighting.

[lost-boy-rufio]

It’s a shame that the mess in my room is not only a product of my depression but in a way suicide prevention. The shame of them finding me in that mess or having to clean it up when I’m gone is a tether.

[lost-boy-rufio]

I feel it coming every time. I know the routine now. These pills and weed help counter act me ignoring signs.

[lost-boy-rufio]

There’s a new variable this time around. Maybe this little bit of sunlight will thaw me out

[lost-boy-rufio]

I know mixin all these pills an snow might kill me but god damn does it make living so much more bearable. I float across the void you left and make it through

[lost-boy-rufio]

Xanax be savin my life fr

[lost-boy-rufio]

You don’t move the hand of god, you aren’t karma manifest. You’re vengeful with a reason cozy enough to make you feel like the good guy. Delusional really. I think it’s far scarier to face someone who knows and accepts what they are doing is foul and does it anyway. They don’t need to plan, they don’t need a team. They just act. Absolutely terrifying.

[lost-boy-rufio]

I smelled smoke and thought there was a fire. I looked down to see a ribbon of smoke and my spark snuffed out.

[charnel-grounds]

Dmitry Khramtsov (Храм), “Leak,” 2021

[m-zdnmh-deactivated20260327]

Met a lot of people, but nobody feels like you

[kyotoprotocols]

[lost-boy-rufio]

I’ve been on a bender since November 2024….fuck

[lost-boy-rufio]

And suddenly I look around me and I see my vices and demons dancing in tandem, and the thought occurs: “we’re all we got”

[lost-boy-rufio]

“I felt very still and very empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.” Silvia Plath

[lost-boy-rufio]

And after it all it’s still love

[lost-boy-rufio]

Every day I feel like Húrin, strapped to that chair.