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devil's whisper | my heart @sseraphveil

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my heart has its own unique color, sound and texture. it is woven from frosty silence

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to love a person, or conversely, to hate them, one must know them. truly, i feel as though no one has ever really known me

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i look out the window,
there's nothing in sight,
i hate my reflection with all of my might.
desperate for rescue, you write in your fear:
“come take my soul, if you happen to hear.”

[postydiary @postydiary]

everything's poetic if you're insane enough

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͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏black is more than just a color

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i need to read more; my head needs more useful knowledge, but there's no free space left in it because of constant hyper-reflection, rumination and intellectualization. the most painful part is that nothing new takes root in me at all due to dissociative amnesia and anhedonia.

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“perhaps my soul truly is so sinful, too cold and dreadfully dark, that to touch it knowingly means to freeze, and therefore i haven't deserved to not feel lonely with absolutely everyone and everywhere.”

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some of you, as atheists or agnostics, have never experienced the absolute peak of despair when you are sitting awake at night, dissolved in tears, curled up in a desperate posture, praying to someone above just to make it all stop, and it really shows

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they add something to existence that makes you completely unwilling to wake up or chase a “better life.”
an existential crisis, apathy, depression, and anxiety that we never asked for – wrapped in tissue and solemnly presented to us, like a gift on a long-awaited celebration.

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my lowkey confessional https://t.co/oCmpk5dMbz

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doomed to be dust in a display window

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somewhere deep down, i want to wake up early every morning and thank the almighty for giving my day meaning. i want to look out the window and see a breathtaking view of my dream city, go for walks and take photos, worry and think about nothing; breathe freely. adored escapism.

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deep inside the dark gothic catholic world

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just resting from your own head by switching off thoughts isn't enough – i want to crawl out of my body and be a real ghost for a while, watching everyone without getting involved in my own problems

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@Amberkn7ul ah thank uu bae 🥹🩶

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this autumn smells of gloom and isolation

[•R•S• @Ay_Blinkin]

The Ghost (1898) by Josef Mandl

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you are like an angel; nothing can touch you. or like an evil spirit: everyone fears it, yet no one has seen it. and if anyone has, they are either lying or already driven mad.

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͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏take my blood