Lizard in the Spring - A Quick One Before the Eternal Worm Devours Appalachia 

holy fuck

The real you is still there. Just listen to it.

I want to confuse the hell out of people by putting this line on a T shirt with a picture of me grinning and giving a thumbs up

Dave Strider

See, you get it.

If people can hate for no reason, then I can love for no reason. I cannot help you without risking hurting myself. But I love you.

Pray to God

We can only hope and tbh after 30 it'll a surprise each year, don't you think?

Nah u lowkey goated

I find myself saying that a lot

@@Petpinetree777 im not much of a religious one

hey we’re subbed to the same people. we could see what that’s about instead.

@@acedia2it’s so beautiful that despite the loneliness and distance that comes with being online, we can wish well for strangers and offer them our words and love

rise up my neutral milkers

:(

🫲😎🫱 have a hug bro we all need on every once and awhile

How are you doing?

@@peepeepoopoovdbhxvbcc6683 hanging on by a thread brother, I ain’t doing too good but fuck it we ball i guess

@@TwisterWizard Hell yeah. Any general advice I could give could be summed up to living for hope instead of just fear. If I could get all poetic, fear is sort of like dirt to a sprout on the forest floor; it's cheap, grimy, and reliable, it's always there, but does more to hold down a plant than anything, and yeah, it has enough nutrients to keep the plant surviving, but that's about it. But when the clouds break and the branches clear overhead, what a plant really wants is that light that just barely slips through; that's what points the leaves in a direction to follow, what stretches it taller, creates a goal to reach, and sure, the dirt will always be there, and it doesn't need to get that much bigger, and maybe it never reaches daylight, but it won't be a tree now if it didn't drive itself to grow taller. That's what hope is for. Find something to chase after and follow it

why do i feel like i understand this

WE DISAPPEARING INTO THE MOUNTAINS WITH THIS ONE 😤

THEY FINDING US WITH ROPE WITH THIS ONE 🔥🔥🔥🗣🗣

REAL 🗣🗣🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥@@ARandomDucc

We becoming #1 on Top 10 Unexplained Disappearances with this one boys

real@@breeeegs

It’s always today

it just never comes

Tonight's the night.

Extremely underrated

wtf

Oh....kayyyyyy....

how do you think of that?

This comment is golden

damn i did NOT need to read this comment

Simply a matter of skill

it's both

We all fight our own battles, with different ambitions and obstacles. But the thing we all share; is a lack of knowing the self. We all spend our whole lives finding out more about us, the inner workings of our mind. And everyone's mind is different, so it's a question that only you yourself can find the answers to. I don't think anyone has ever truly mastered their self, but you can get close to it. Remember you always have potential, it's the time you have left times your environment and the tools at your disposal, and the biggest tool is knowledge. With enough patience and willpower, if you fully utilize your tools, you can accomplish almost anything.

Professional psychology is extremely helpful. Seek to understand why people are the way we are, and you’ll grow closer to understanding yourself. Keep seeking & you will find what you are looking for. Don’t give up, neighbor

Maybe focus kn being the best you, who gives a fuck about other's opinions. I don't and I'm freeier than anyone could be tbh. Being famous is overrated garbage anyway, strive to be better than that

Pearl is such an introspective movie, her monologue was so well done.

​@@elie2507this is a movie quote?

t9day

yea

idk what's worse the fact that i like it or that your right?

hey i just wanna ask if youre fine? this seems highly suicidal and reading this made me worried for you.

​@@malcolm_mal2055he isn't

you are not useless, there is more in this life for you yet ❤

i understand your pain brother. I’m sorry it’s been so hard.

i've been there, and now i'm 10 years older. you know what changed? nothing. but eventually i got bored of the thought

probaly the banjo?

@@akumalasquei Definitely THE banjo And depression with existential crysis

@@maslinolovcherik8387 i dont think outer wilds OST is depressing though

Same. This song, it makes me feel incredibly empty, in a weird way. Like I long for more, something better, like I've missed out on something important in my life, or lost something but I'm not even sure what it is. something that has been lost to time. Knowing that one day, i, and everything i know and love will also be gone and lost. I will have played my role here and so has every aspect of my life, yet it will all end eventually, and I will inevitably be forgotten and turned back to dust and so will everything else that I ever known to love. Everything I cherished, will eventually be gone. When it is all gone, something I owned and deeply cared about may be gifted or dropped off at a local thrift store, where people will pass it by with no thought. Maybe someone will buy it and cherish it again, or let it sit on their dusty shelf. I hope that when I die, I will leave a small mark on the world, I hope I die as someone who was known and respected. Some day I will be forgotten, its inevitable.. I just hope I'm not forgotten forever. I hope someone out there will remember me and what I did. I hope someone writes about me, and someone reads it long after I'm gone. This song also gives me such old rural country vibes, like driving through Southern Ohio, deep in the Amish country. The land tells so many stories, you can feel it. I feel that same empty feeling, that something or someone was forgotten here. You drive past old, broken down barns and houses, that you know we're once someone's everything, someone's life. Someone raised families there, someone swept the floors, someone maintained the fields. All for in the end, it all to be forgotten . Someone's everything, sitting dormant and turning back to dust. Seeing their fallen apart barns, still holding rusty, antique items that once meant the world to somebody, that were once used often. Old tractors that were once ridden and taken great care of, sitting and rusting. Everything just accepts that, one day it will all end. One day there will be no one to care for anything you once loved. Love can only go so far. Their memories are written somewhere deep inside of those broken down walls. No one will ever tell their story again..Holy sh*t that was really deep.