gweilo fakeflagging as hongkonger, smh my head

Мой нож заходит в вену, в глазах всё в темноте
И вот этот момент, я в крови встречаю бога
Мой нож — мой инструмент, я мечтал об этом долго
И я уже не дышу, мой бог меня нашёл
Мой бог меня услышал, мой бог ко мне пришёл

hi cynn

hi im cynn

I saw Zont1x sitting across from Sydney Sweeney in a café in Kraków. Candles on the table, rain on the windows, the kind of quiet that feels intentional, romantical. Then his phone buzzed. He glanced at it once, stood up slowly and said, “Yeah… this is going to overtime.”

Sydney laughed, thinking he was joking. He wasn’t. He left exact change on the table, pulled his Chrome Hearts hoodie tight, and muttered something about ending the series in 2 maps.

Outside, he vanished into the night, already queueing something on his phone. Inside, the candle kept burning and Sydney Sweeney just sat there, confused, like a round that ended before it really started. Rain continued to fall on Kraków….

ich war grad kacken