alone.

Hi, my name’s Dan and I’m a fucking addict. This is my personal journal - enjoy and also TW 📍London boy

[reset-me-now]

Turning as I plummet

Falling faster than rain-

Droplets turn to hail.

Between gravity's icy embrace

And the darkness beyond 🌌

Earth's pull longs for my death

And the sky beckons me to stay.

5.04.26 ¶ Fxdgxt

[reset-me-now]

A Slow Suicide

My soggy shoes leave loud footprints in the air,

While I weave through sheisty straight sidewalks,

Twisting however I turn,

Delirium rests in the corner of my eye,

Greeting me like a ghost of a soul lost on the road,

Then another...and another!

(fuck)

Did I wake them with my soggy footsteps?

Was it the turning the chapel pews of teeth in my mouth,

Shaving each other down to splinters that I swallow -

And choke on gospel truth. The truth that I am a sinner

Not against god but against myself.

The ghosts were not woken by my noise, they stirred because of my sin,

They're here to take me,

To douse me in gin and ghb.

Coughing to listen enamel shrapnel-

From my throat, i see a cathedral in my periphery. A glowing steephil on a steep hill.

I see the beacon of hope while the ghouls consume me from my periphery. My cognition evaporates with every bite.

[catchymemes]

[thoughtkick]

“Do you ever miss yourself? The person you were before you had your first heartbreak or before you got betrayed by a person you trusted?”

— Unknown

[reset-me-now]

Waste Of Space

Mixed media

Me

[drugsandbooze]

the “i have food at home” to “i have ketamine at home” pipeline

[runawaydevill]

No end to art

[quotemadness]

“Once, I saw a bee drown in honey, and I understood.”

— Nikos Kazantzakis

[teenagedirtstache]

[aqua-regia009]

Gothic portrait of a young man (2016) by Oleksandr Balbyshev

[fawnrelic]

Eileen the Crow.

[h3art3ater]

[yrotagrup-deactivated20240321]

JustinO’neal art

[satanasaeternus]

Hiroko Shiina (C7)

[thewindowofthesummerhouse]

matsuyama_miyabi

[gyossefka]

Colin Verdi

[wheresthefunk]

““I crawled back into myself all alone, just delighted to observe that I was even more miserable than before, because I had brought a new kind of distress and something that resembled true feeling into my solitude.””

— Louis-Ferdinand Celine, Journey to the End of the Night

[reset-me-now]

End it