This feels very ethereal in nature, like you exist but don’t feel like the wounds are fully real. It feels like you’re existing in the absence of existence if that makes any sense
Imagine: Last Day of School. You Finished College, graduated. it was your last day. you flopped onto your bed and was happy. yet a pang of bitterness could be felt. Memories flashed through your mind from Middle School... to High School... to College... it was bitter-sweet. You would miss your friends. Your life. You may have won, but at what cost?
my dreams always are weird.. but sometimes are oddly nostalgic. or familiar despite not recognizing anything. it’s not scary- it’s more comfortable if anything.
When you celebrate your first birthday alone as a man, and you realize every birthday from this point forward wil no longer have the feelings they had for you as a kid. Just another day.
I love it in photos of liminal spaces there always be a ceiling fan from between the 1970s-2000s Like brown and brass and other color combinations Just makes it 20x more nostalgic
Dear subscribers By now i have not uploaded in months because of the fact that i do not intent to make the same type of video over and over anymore. The content i made was fun and as a small hobby i quite enjoyed the comments but its time for me to make a change. I wil now focus my page on more selfmade projects and edits, along with music/sound The channels name is now changed to my instagram name. You will find some of my projects there. instagram.com/tamas_erebus?igsh=cWEwaHR4bnFuam0z With kind regards Tamas Erebus
Your birthday isn't what they used to be. Drugs bring back that faint taste of excitement and nostalgia, knowing it's temporary. You stare up at the stars thinking how much has change in so little time and how much fucking time there is left.
Me when I'm laying in bed by myself in my room. (I had turned 23, living in an apartment with no one left of friends to talk to, working at a job that barely pays me enough to pay for rent, bills, food, and other necessities. I have no one to go to at the lowest point of my life, the only thing that I can think of is "Why wasn't I good enough?")
