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Sad Melancholy Thread

life is sad man but there's all of these things that make it sad, even just human nature. we cant help but be sad so its like life is destined to suck sometimes, no matter how rich, how beautiful, how powerful you are.


existence is a scam bruh
 
life is sad man but there's all of these things that make it sad, even just human nature. we cant help but be sad so its like life is destined to suck sometimes, no matter how rich, how beautiful, how powerful you are.

Yeah.
 
A pretty great melancholy band with a touch of Parisian bombast.


 
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I'm a big fan of Mads Mikkelsen, though I have not seen Hannibal.

Oh, it's a treat. Will Graham is very INFJ and some moments in the series are pretty close to perfect visual depictions of Ni.
 
I knew a guy that was working with him on the voice acting for Death Stranding... and at the time I asked him what he was like, &c... but I can't remember what he said so my anecdote sucks and has no point.

I promise you a veeeeery juicy anecdote about the actor who plays Littlefinger in Game of Thrones if you retrace that memory. :}
 

Enjoying some piano pieces today. This is a really pretty, bittersweet piece from Mbo Mentho. Thank you Spotify.

"Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question...
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes,
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep..."- The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot

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Total gem. Such a strange comfort in this melancholic song.
 
Out here
Barely see my breath
Surrounded
By jealousy and death
I can't be reached
Only had one call
Dragged underneath
Separate from you all
You all

This time
Lost my own return
In spite of
Everything I've learned

I hid my tracks
Spit out all my air
Slipped into cracks
Stripped of all my cares
My cares

I'm so tired
Sheep are counting me
No more struggle
No more energy
No more patient
You can write that down
It's all too crazy
I'm not sticking round


 
 
i don't cry but let me tell y'all what makes me sad, being a broke single college-student with no job and no ferrari

booooo hooooo

no girl is gonna love an ENTJ with no ferrari fam
 
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i don't cry but let me tell y'all what makes me sad, being a broke single college-student with no job and no ferrari

booooo hooooo

no girl is gonna love an ENTJ with no ferrari fam

Lol I am purty sure the right girl won't care about that Pinny! ;) :D

that shizz won't matttaaaaa, only the rich-gold digger thots will care doe!