#NoLove

[fetznerdeathrecords]

Nolove - Nobody Can Save You

Experimental/Depressive Black Metal, Post-Rock from Piła, Poland

Nolove is a one-man project founded by dmark.o (admitted to the project as SAMOGOST) in late August 2023, playing experimental/depressive black metal. Despite his young age (samogost was born in 2006), he experiments with his music - from the noise post-rock tracks of his early 'career' to black/death and grindcore.

1. Л​и​л​и​я (Intro) 01:16 instrumental 2. Nostalgia 04:21 3. Walking Scandal 03:49 4. Au revoir 02:45 instrumental 5. Nie odchodź 12:25 6. Ręce we krwi 04:53 7. La mort nous a séparés 04:28 8. Nie mogę przestać myśleć 05:28 9. Твоя боль сильнее моей 06:09 10. Lament 03:22 instrumental 11. Chce poczuć zapach twych perfum 03:27 12. Nie chce cie stracić (Outro) 01:02 instrumental

Release date: December 6th, 2024

@nolove.dsbm

[xbrainmassacrex]

[ramo-vermelho]

AMOR LÍQUIDO

Aquele que passa

Aquele que se esvai

Aquela poça que se renova

Se renova com novas chuvas

Novos céus

Novos sols

De entender como assim que tudo vem

É assim que tudo vai

Secando, evaporando

Renovando e revivendo

De entender que eu sou o buraco

Que mantém aquela chuva ali

E que nesse buraco não exista sombras

Pra que a água se evapore

Que nesse buraco não exista profunduzes

Para que não seja difícil a água fluir

E que assim a água se movimente

Para que não exista podridão.

-VBr

[anothergirlworld]

Tengo el ángel en mi nombre, pero no en mi mente ni en mis hechos

[astropapi-2]

Día a día intento encender en tus ojos la luz que tu encendiste en los míos, pero tristemente sé que esos ojos ya no van a brillar cuando vean los míos…

Casi se siente como intentar mover una piedra que pesa unas 10 veces más que yo.

[lacamerdz]

Quisiera que alguien realmente se de cuenta que no estoy bien, deberás fingo tan bien, o a nadie le importo...

[amazonbooksauthor]

Unveiling the Depths of the Human Psyche: "No One Loves Me" - A Compassionate Guide through the Fear of Unworthiness

In the eloquent pages of "No One Loves Me," Meera Mandakini delves into the universal fear of not being loved, unraveling its complexities with compassion and insight. This poignant work invites readers on a transformative journey, blending personal narratives, psychological research, and practical advice to navigate the intricate emotional landscapes of self-doubt. Through encouraging self-reflection and embracing the power of community, the book serves as a roadmap towards self-love and resilience. "No One Loves Me" is not just a book; it is a celebration of the human spirit's capacity to heal and thrive in the face of the fear of not being loved.

[feverouv]

no puedo decirte nada, no importa, eres horrible, no me pudiste felicitar este año nuevo ¿Verdad?

Me pregunté una semana y dos, y tres y sigo preguntando semanas después ¿Porqué?

¿Es a caso porque ya te rendiste y al fin decidiste respetar mi decisión de no estar contigo? Sí, quisiera creerlo, quisiera creer que es por eso y no es porque este fin de año no hubo pareja en mi vida para que pudieras hacerte la víctima de que "yo ya era feliz" y tú seguías soltero.

Quisiera creer que no eres tan narcisista, después de todo el tiempo que lo has demostrado.

[dragoness2ht4u2]

The Flowers are Taking over

[ucancallmegina]

...Just randomly honest

Being massively random has become a thing for me when it comes to things like this. In the words of Michael aka 'Bart'.. when I feel it, I do it (reference from "Just Go With It" movie... hopefully you've seen it). This particular random moment came from scrolling around on Instagram-- as normal. As I'm scrolling I see happiness. Friends happy in relationships-- new found or invested and thought to myself--I wonder if it's considered selfish, in sense, to be genuinely happy for those that are in thriving relationship and in love but still feel a bit jelly and made evident that its something you don't have, as much as you want it. It starts to make you feel like its something you will never have or get to experience, again or fully with someone. A lot of my time spent in my former life--you know the Roaring 20s, I didn't get the chance to, for better lack of words, explore the eligible bachelors, the potentials and all that. Now, I'm not meaning what we called a 'hoe phase' but just to a chance to actually date and really determine what I like don't like, what I can and can't and won't tolerate. Any "relationship" that starts out physical has the potential to be just get cozy-- no REAL love is there if I'm being quite honest. Sometimes, I think that was the case with me and allowed myself to get comfortable. When it was finally over, I didn't know what to do really. I feel like til this day, I am still a deer in headlights when it comes to dating and at that point that's when the "I'm single and ready to mingle-and i'm okay with that" kicks in. The whole thought was that of "Single" being bittersweet. One hand, not having to "answer" to anyone, not having to worry about petty arguments and disagreements and all around not having to worry about another person in a sense where there is constant thoughts ... you know the thoughts and assumption on what you think may or not be going on. Some people would call that insecurity and everything else under the sun. On the other hand, being single is just that... you're single. I could go into what all that means but I think its known and this is not about to be a pity party. But, its just pretty much maneuvering dolo. From the time you wake up to the time you wake up and repeat. I find it uplifting an encourage when people say "you gotta be specific with your prayers", "you gotta manifest". I am a firm believer of it but I promise that shit gets redundant. Manifesting the prayer, pray about it, pray and manifest, are you praying about manifesting.. its like yea I've done all that-- burned some sage too.. you know to assist with the manifesting about the prayer (lol). As much as that is apart of really getting what you want in a companion, believing and being patient and still. It is also about not letting just anyone have your heart because there's an attraction. Personally, I think I'm a fucking catch but there are some that are not my type and some that are and vise versa. But I feel that men (some men, my bad) have this idea that a woman should have certain features physically that natural and real goes out the window. Hell, my only thing mainly is that he has all his teeth and not bad on the eyes. But also, just like the things (if not all some) that I like, have common interests with movies, music and can make me laugh on good days and bad days. ... maybe include a occasional massage or foot rub.. I got cute feet lol. Its not literal when you say "I want what they have" .. everyone's relationship + chemistry is different. I just want a love that make me feel at home, like a warm hug, cuddles on the couch... not to be cliche but all I really want is to be happy.. Mary said it first, judge someone else lol CYA

[ciphercorner]

The Gangster’s Lament

Hi everyone, I wrote this poem to express my perspective on the gang life and violence that plague some neighborhoods. I hope you can understand and empathize with the situation that many people face every day. Please let me know what you think. Thanks.

None care how I hold my gun, They tries to tame me, but I'm on the run. Never got anything, nothing but time, Crime sneaks into my mind like a twisted rhyme. Money keeps flowing while we're behind bars, Shooting for the stars, like repressed memoirs. Just blades clash. Street as a trap eats young lives as a snack. Just hot flames in the heat where the shadows meet. Falling out in this crazy…

[tita1988]

It's 4 am and again my eyes are wide open. I can't seem to make peace with sleep. My worst thoughts seem to all attacked at the same time. I feel pain in my heart, my eyes burning filled with tears. One hand on my mouth to hold in any sounds the other on my chest I could swear its going to hop out. Almost drowning in my thoughts and tears how I wish I could dissappear. I understand this will pass and at the moment I'm all I have. I whisper to my self everything will be well. In the fetal position I hug myself tight I know it will be alright I just have to convince myself. As the hours pass my heart slows down and before I know is morning time. And although this night is over I know my demons will be back to torture.

[splendidmoments]

Extraordinary advice

"If you go home with somebody, and they don't have books, don't f*** 'em!!!" ~John Waters

[rebuildingher]

I love…love.

I love to see love.

I love seeing people who are being loved properly.

But when is it going to be my turn?

Is it in my plan to experience love?

To receive love…

Bit by bit…my desire to deal with love is fading away.

I’m trying to hold on…but is it worth it?

Is the risk of ending up in this space again really worth it?

Or is it better to just accept the love I’m working on having for myself?

Should I just accept that that’s all I’m going to get?

At least then, I’ll know it’s genuine.

-B

[alcolblogger]

ij p’a strada mia, tu p’a toj

ma si m chiammass ind a nuttat

p m ricr “teng bisogn e te”

ij curress

pcchè p te muress