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  • I walked into a bar! No joke I walked into a bar and hit my head; I told you door ways can be low in South East Asia.
    I walked into a bar! No joke I walked into a bar and hit my head; I told you door ways can be low in South East Asia.
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  • A Rabbi, a Priest, and a Buddist all walk into a bar. Bar tender mutters, 'Is this some kind of joke.' The Rabbi hears this and grumbles, 'Your prices are, let's go somewhere else guys!'.
    A Rabbi, a Priest, and a Buddist all walk into a bar. Bar tender mutters, 'Is this some kind of joke.' The Rabbi hears this and grumbles, 'Your prices are, let's go somewhere else guys!'.
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  • #music #BarnsCourtney
    https://youtu.be/hLEoictM8p4
    #music #BarnsCourtney https://youtu.be/hLEoictM8p4
    Dark Love
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  • #music #BarryWhite
    https://youtu.be/WA0dFM8iEpk
    #music #BarryWhite https://youtu.be/WA0dFM8iEpk
    Dark Love
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  • Fellow barcode buddies WYA? \/=\/


    #genuinebarcoder
    Fellow barcode buddies WYA? \/=\/ #genuinebarcoder
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  • Someone at the bar tonight asked me if I was gay and with a straight face I replied with; 'I used to be but not with these knees!'.
    Someone at the bar tonight asked me if I was gay and with a straight face I replied with; 'I used to be but not with these knees!'.
    Rotten Laughs
    1
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  • Wanna stop breaking down? Stop obsessing so deeply with the world around. Ur crying cause you can't help but barely fucking saved urself?
    Running urself to an early grave won't solve shit but double it and give it to the next person
    Wanna stop breaking down? Stop obsessing so deeply with the world around. Ur crying cause you can't help but barely fucking saved urself? Running urself to an early grave won't solve shit but double it and give it to the next person
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  • It seems a shadow of misfortune follows me. I've come to expect it: a fleeting moment of light is always chased away by a familiar storm, pulling me back under with brutal force.

    What truly unnerves me is the silence within. The emotional echo of these disasters has faded to nothing. I am a dry well—events that should summon a flood of tears now barely register. Is this resilience, or is it erosion? My psyche, to save itself, seems to have severed the wires, leaving me feeling like an spectator in my own tragicomedy, muttering, 'This can't be real.'

    I observe my life as through a thick, silent pane of glass. The impact is muted, the meaning distant. I am a curious stranger to my own apathy, asking, 'What happens when you simply have nothing left to feel?'

    Is this emptiness making me stronger, or is it the void before the collapse? I built these walls stone by stone for protection, but now they encircle me. They keep the world's anguish out. The question is no longer about weathering the storm, but whether I am fortified within a sanctuary, or entombed within a cell of my own making.
    It seems a shadow of misfortune follows me. I've come to expect it: a fleeting moment of light is always chased away by a familiar storm, pulling me back under with brutal force. What truly unnerves me is the silence within. The emotional echo of these disasters has faded to nothing. I am a dry well—events that should summon a flood of tears now barely register. Is this resilience, or is it erosion? My psyche, to save itself, seems to have severed the wires, leaving me feeling like an spectator in my own tragicomedy, muttering, 'This can't be real.' I observe my life as through a thick, silent pane of glass. The impact is muted, the meaning distant. I am a curious stranger to my own apathy, asking, 'What happens when you simply have nothing left to feel?' Is this emptiness making me stronger, or is it the void before the collapse? I built these walls stone by stone for protection, but now they encircle me. They keep the world's anguish out. The question is no longer about weathering the storm, but whether I am fortified within a sanctuary, or entombed within a cell of my own making.
    Goth Vibes
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  • As an ex barcode creator im here to say you did it wrong you shrivled up poser
    As an ex barcode creator im here to say you did it wrong you shrivled up poser
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