You know who you are ,my lovely. Friend
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New Iran Deal Distant Prospect as US Talks Drag, Airstrikes Loom
The US and Iran each struck a positive tone about the start of diplomatic talks, though analysts remain skeptical that the engagement will be enough to head off US airstrikes.
The timeline and terms of the negotiations remain unclear after an opening round of talks on Friday that President Donald Trump cast as “very good” and Iranian President Masoud Pezeshkian hailed as a “step forward.” But…
New Iran Deal Distant Prospect as US Talks Drag, Airstrikes Loom
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I filled every empty space with noise, with blood
And every time I said “I’m fine” it felt more like a loaded gun than a lifeline
I ran my hands through the ashes of what I could’ve been…
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Today’s single slam features HANABIE., Lord of the Lost, Sweet Pill, The Hirsch Effekt, Sick Joy, Matador, Shields, Tailgunner, New Miserable Experience, Uncultivates, TX2, Distant, Necrosexual, and Sylosis.
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DISTANT Release Video for New Single “Nothing Left To Hate”. #distant @DistantNL
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After releasing ‘Desolation’ in October last year, the Dutch/Slovakian downtempo/deathcore band DISTANT have dropped their new single, 'Nothing Left To Hate’.
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tumblr it seems like contrary to my expectations perhaps this COULD be of interest to people who are not me
echo - Rigil_Kentauris - Final Fantasy XIV [Archive of Our Own]
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“For death seems to be a massive force that simply moves in and takes one away to a distant place, never to return.”
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Bearing yourself is the real pain,
Meeting yourself and trying not to hate it…
Real burden comes from with in…
Why must we torment ourselves,
Is it worth though?
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it’s almost christmas
it’s almost christmas.
i was nineteen the last time i remember celebrating it. that was 2023, back when the season still had weight in my hands, when laughter felt warm instead of distant. now, christmas arrives like a visitor i no longer recognize, standing at the door, knocking softly while i pretend to be asleep, practicing the art of not answering.
for two years, i have learned the ritual…
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Where’s the true essence of me drowning?
Under the bridge…
under the eye bags of distress…
Under the rug mixed with dust…
Under the melancholy of earth…
Under the issuance of the alert…
Under the core of the sea…
Under the parts where none can see…
Under the dying of the spirits…
Under the lies of the sinist…
Under the rolling tongue…
Under the ribcage of a coward…
Under the shivering of a tower…
Under the strongest urge to control…
Under the sinking of a chore…
I think it drowned amorphously!