Best way to leave the earth

[54manlet]

Title

 

[Deleted member 112404]

After a life well lived surrounded by loving family and friends fuckkk

Or dying of a overdose in a hotel room next to some stripper

 

[NZb6Air]

cut in warm bath or charcoal in closed car are the easiest, the most sure and best one is still rooftopmaxxing

 

[Jelte]

Title

On the day of judgement with our Lord

 

[Deleted member 105759]

try every method until it works

 

[Deleted member 101002]

astronaut ig

 

[MyDreamIsToBe183CM]

cut in warm bath or charcoal in closed car are the easiest, the most sure and best one is still rooftopmaxxing

bro life isn’t like movies jfl your not gonna be able to kill yourself by cutting yourself jfl less then 5 percent.rooftop too bro you need to atleast jump off a very tall building.


poisojiinfnhesbl

 

[skullmog]

Title

2 grams of dnp will do the job

 

[wristcryy]

shotgun impants with Eppley

 

[NZb6Air]

bro life isn’t like movies jfl your not gonna be able to kill yourself by cutting yourself jfl less then 5 percent.rooftop too bro you need to atleast jump off a very tall building.


poisojiinfnhesbl

-13yo

 

[codeberserk]

Title

I am perfection incarnate. 195 cm of genetic supremacy, a body carved from marble, and a face that could stop traffic. My jawline is sharp enough to cut glass, my deep-set eyes framed by lashes so thick they cast their own shadow, and a piercing blue-gray gaze that shifts depending on the light. My hair? Thick, slightly wavy, effortlessly flawless, even in chaos.

Tonight, I’m the centerpiece of an elite rooftop party that overlooks the city skyline. Stacy, the epitome of feminine beauty—long legs, curves in all the right places, and the kind of aura that makes other girls jealous—has me on her arm. She clings to me like I’m her lifeline, and I don’t blame her. I’m the apex male, the genetic jackpot.

The moment we step into the room, I feel it: all eyes on me. Men try to size me up but quickly look away. Women? They can’t help but stare, biting their lips, brushing their hair back, silently competing for my attention. Stacy tightens her grip on my arm, her body pressing closer as if to say, "He’s mine."

At the bar, Stacy orders champagne, but that’s when she appears—her. Cassandra. The infamous OnlyFans model with curves so perfect they defy the laws of physics. Her cleavage alone is a gravitational force. She locks eyes with me and smiles, knowing full well the effect she has on people. But tonight, she’s not looking at just anyone—she’s looking at me.

“Care for some fun?” she asks, tilting her head with a mischievous grin.

Stacy and I follow Cassandra into a private lounge. The air smells of expensive perfume and decadence. Cassandra pulls out a mirror, pristine and spotless, and lines it with perfect, razor-thin strips of cocaine. Slowly, she slides the strap of her dress off her shoulder, revealing her fourth-sized masterpiece of a chest. Stacy giggles, watching as I step forward, the king ready to claim his throne.

I lean down, inhaling the first line directly off Cassandra’s chest. The rush is immediate—an electrifying surge that makes me feel invincible, unstoppable. Stacy’s lips are on my neck, her hands tracing my chest, while Cassandra leans in, whispering something filthy in my ear. I smile. This is my world, and I own it.

Suddenly, the door swings open. “Orgy in the main room!” someone shouts. Stacy pulls me to my feet, Cassandra following close behind. In minutes, we’re in the middle of the most extravagant hedonistic chaos I’ve ever seen. Music blares, drinks spill, bodies move in perfect rhythm. I’m the centerpiece, the sun around which this debauched galaxy orbits.

Every woman in the room wants me; every man hates me. They know they’ll never compare. Hands, lips, bodies—it’s all a blur of pleasure and power. I’ve transcended. I’m no longer just Chad; I’m a god.

But then, something shifts. My heart starts racing—not the adrenaline-fueled rush I’m used to, but something more. A pounding in my chest, sharp and erratic. My vision blurs, and my limbs feel heavy. I ignore it at first—I mean, I’m Chad. I’m invincible.

But my body has other plans. The room starts spinning. My chest tightens like a vice. I stumble backward onto a plush leather couch, the same one that had just been occupied by two goddesses. My breath comes in short, shallow gasps.

Through the haze, I see Stacy’s face, her perfect lips trembling, her eyes wide with panic. Cassandra is shouting something, but I can’t hear her over the pounding in my ears. The room around me is chaos—screams, music, flashes of light.

And then, silence. My vision fades to black. The last thought in my mind? "This is how legends die."

 

[whotthehell]

But she said where d’you wanna go?
How much you wanna risk?
I’m not looking for somebody
With some superhuman gifts
Some superhero, some fairytale bliss
Just something I can turn to, somebody I can kiss
I want something just like this
Do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do

 

[blackrockjewmanlet]

Title

ER

 

[MyDreamIsToBe183CM]

-13yo

lmfao okay good luck killing your self by slitting your wrist

 

[forearmgod]

going to syria to fight for the kurds

 

[RapeAllFemales]

the best method is to take tons of antidepressants i don’t understand why you niggers have to complicate things, buy sodium nitrite rather jfl

 

[SteveRogers]

lmfao okay good luck killing your self by slitting your wrist

I think he literally did…
Don’t kys, it’s fucking gay.

 

[looks>books]

Fighting some evil

Or peacefully after a life well spent

 

[Bitterschön]

Rip op

 

[madma]

Fix your receptors bro. Don’t commit