sometimes u don’t help me

God Bless Eric Taylor - Marietta

...so They Left Me At A Gas Station - Marietta

Every Window in Alcatraz Has a View of San Francisco(II) -foxtailss

Suicide Cleanup

i am the sun 
and i am the moon 
and i am every star in the sky 
and i am everything 
and anything 
inside and out 
but i can’t feel it 
potential i’ll never touch 
and my dreams will stay as dreams 
an endless reach 
empty red painted walls 
pictures torn 
boxes tucked far away 
an emptiness in my chest 

and back then you were so cool 

i faded to black and i never came back 
that part of me i’ll never get back 
when can i catch my breath? 

we can hide in your closet 
and you wont ever touch my hand 

we. can. hide. in your. closet. 
and you. can’t. ever. touch. my hand

Sowithout. - Brimstonehell;me

A Shout to See

Wednesday

feels right to be let down.
this sinking solitude.
entwined emotions cry,
“you are minuscule.”
it feels so right
wasting our time.
don’t we mean more than what we are not?
pushed so close to the edge by waves meant to wash away.
cross grained and knotted breath paraded by polished stains.

Permanent as Your Errors by train breaks down

Milk is too Acidic, Drink crackers (by oakwood)

little stuffed shark

Aporia is a confrontation with the void—the kind of album that doesn’t just play, it unravels you. It starts with a controlled chaos, pulling apart the scaffolding of thought, then drags you deeper into the soft, distorted pulse of dissolution. You don’t listen to this record so much as experience it—your sense of time slips, your body forgets where it ends, and your mind keeps circling questions it can’t answer.

The sound is heavy but never violent. It’s cerebral, textured, haunting. Guitars melt into ambience, drums skip and fracture, and the voice—resonant and human—threads through it all like a tether you’re not sure you trust. It feels ancient and futuristic at once. Cold yet intimate. Like you’re remembering something that hasn’t happened yet.

By the end, you’re not the same. You’ve stood in the place where thought gives up, and you’ve felt the silence stare back.

Aporia doesn’t give you peace.
It gives you the beauty of falling apart—on purpose.

Long Term Relationships Were Only Cool When Divorce Wasn't - Merchant Ships

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