you're in a post-apocalyptic place for 10 hours and 31 seconds

Where thr fick do you find such powerful images @nobody

An apocalypse is something I've wondered about for a long time now. I pondered whether I'd be more stressed after one or not. I think, "Well, obviously I'll wish things could go back to the way they were." But in reality, the peacefulness of no obligations other than your basic survival would be so freeing.

The best one for sleep, in my opinion

Yo was this video taken down for the last week? I couldn't find it!

Thank you for bringing this back, I was scared it would be gone forever.

I have a hard time finding ambient music videos that meet my standards cuz I'm rather picky when it comes to what I listen to, but this video is just Perfect!

This is my favorite video for meditation and the one i found you for, i was genuinely worried when it was gone

i wish I was in a postapocaliptic place for 10 hours I really hate people😡

Reading “The Road” to this *chefs kiss

What is your favorite post-apocalyptic movie? Mine is...




Mad Max: Fury Road

"But they did not know "THE SECRET OF THE WAY THINGS ARE" nor did they understand things of old and they did not know what would come upon them, so they did not rescue themselves without "THE SECRET OF THE WAY THINGS ARE" ~ The Book of Secrets - Dead Sea Scrolls..

this is what Palestinian civilian live under Israeli occupation every day....

How it feels to play the new fortnite season

It's been a few years since i lost my community, thirteen since the world ended. I've been on the move from city to city, just surviving, but never living. It's getting difficult to find gas or ammo, they are such a rarity nowadays, hell, my gun has been unloaded for long time now; i used my last bullet on one of those things, the second to last bullet on a hunter who tried to kill me to take my stuff. I've met a lot of people though, found plenty of communities but i never stay more than a few weeks, it seems like trouble follows me wherever i go. I keep moving but i don't know where; i got no direction, no purpose or destination. I guess i keep walking because none of those places have something for me, i can't call them home, i lost mine and my people that day two years ago so...I guess I'm not ready to settle down and live, or even close my eyes at night without my fingers clutching my gun, my other hand my knife, just in case something or someone gets to me. Maybe tomorrow I'll find another settlement, maybe I'll be able to call it home for the first time in a long time, maybe I'll keep walking to the next town, maybe I'll choose to live one more time, maybe....

Mucho 20 años saber comer muy rico máquina fideos caseros guerro mesa

I am writing a book about the post-apocalypse and this music inspires me and helps me with writing. Thanks to the author for the truth

This is my first time writing a POV like this, so I hope it’s good, lol.

POV: It was only you left. You were completely, utterly alone. Or so you thought.

The world had ended almost 10 years ago, and you had lost everything pretty early on. Although it had plunged you into a state of depression, you miraculously managed to keep yourself alive and just accept it. You searched for and found the strange beauty in this new, post-apocalyptic world.

It was quite lonely, but you were glad that you could finally appreciate what was around you. Taking walks everyday, getting to explore places you hadn’t been before, trying new things. Every night you would sit outside and stargaze; watching the now clear skies, feeling the cool night breeze hitting your skin, being able to enjoy the nighttime ambiance.

The skies were dark, with the exception of the moon and bright stars. Crickets chirped, and the leaves on the trees brushed against each other methodically. Every night, you were able to experience this view from a new place. Though, this cycle was soon broken.

On one fateful, summer evening, you heard something strange whilst walking on the city streets. It sounded like… voices. Human voices.

At first, you couldn’t believe it; you hadn’t heard another human speak in what seemed like forever. But sure enough, as you got closer, you could tell that they were, indeed, humans speaking.

A burst of hope and energy shot through your veins and you crept up to the group. There was 4 of them in total; 2 boys, 2 girls. They all looked surprisingly put together and clean. It was a big contrast from your sloppy looking, dirt-covered self. Despite this, you still made your way towards them, clearing your throat. “Hello?” Your voice was raspy, and it slightly hurt to talk, seeing as how you hadn’t actually spoken in quite some time. Though, the sound of your voice surprised both the group and yourself.

The four turned to face you, raising their weapons. Your hands shot up, and you took a step back in hopes of showing that you weren’t a threat. “Who the hell are you?” The taller boy spoke up, taking a step closer you you. You cleared your throat once more, “I’m Y/N; I mean no harm. It’s… been a while since I’ve seen another person. I thought I was the only one left.” Slowly, yet still cautious, the group lowered their weapons. “Y/N… I’m Vincent. This is Keith, Amelia, and Sally.” He stated, gesturing to indicate the shorter boy was Keith, the darker skinned girl was Amelia, and the pasty looking girl was Sally. You nodded your head in greeting, lowering your hands to your sides again.

“What are you doing here alone?” Amelia questioned, stepping forward. Your attention shifted to her, and you stuffed y.our hands in the pockets of your coat. “I don’t have anyone to be with.” Your gaze lowered to the ground as you thought about all that you had lost years prior. They all slowly nodded, seeming to think back to what they had lost as well. Then, Sally stepped forward, gently placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Why don’t you stick with us? All of us can restore the world, together.” Slowly, you looked at her, a small smile forming on your face. You nodded in agreement, “Yeah, okay. Let’s stick together.”

And so, with that, you stayed with the group, working towards your goal of restoring and rebuilding the world you all once knew.

In love with the end.

Добро пожаловать в землю после 2050 думаю, мы увидим это уже скоро. Ресурсов нет, экономического роста нет, мораль и этика уже в упадке и всё ближе к бездонному дну. Да, я скажу что мы живем на остатках уже давно умирающей цивилизации, где когда то люди мечтали захватить космос, а не платить ипотеку и счета за медицинское обслуживание. Планету затопит, где то превратит в пустыню, миллионы людей вернутся в племенной строй, где дикари будут вспоминать о эпохах, давно минувших дней, воображая что они новые Цезари. ❤😊❤

⚡️this is best

"The world is ending right in front of our eyes. I finally feel... at peace."
- Me

America after this upcoming November.

Its 3AM and i’m sitting on my terrace alone, putting this on my mini speaker & looking at the sky ❤peace

Its 3AM and i’m sitting on my terrace alone, putting this on my mini speaker & looking at the sky ❤peace

Listening to this while playing Project Zomboid with my hubby :)

im tired for even breathing

to many commercials i can`t enjoy.

This playlist is absolutely awesome and perfect

Why do I feel so comfortable here?

Would be better with no music

Спать бля всем и похуй на тот мир😂 и на блокирующего нейрона ютуб. Он сдохнет раньше меня 😎

Couldn’t agree more with what you said.

Idk why but these videos are the perfect vibe for me to study with. Keep me focused and motivated and keeps my mind clear enough to actually learn. Ty :D

isnt this the apocalypse

Tell her thanks for messing my life up😊❤

I don’t even want to speak on it anymore.

Humanity’s Greed is also our worst enemy, even when the war was barely beginning I knew it would lead to the end. Yet I never considered the fact I’d be left behind, the world I once knew was gone and I didn’t know who or what to turn too for help. Because of that I wander aimlessly finding any all resources I could find, and prey that somewhere, out there was a voice of reason that could give me a purpose once more, and far greater then the life I’ve lived before.

Been listening to this while reading the zombie manga I Am a Hero and this fits so well.

Супер. Привет из России.

it's the ultimate end

One asshole has a bad day and we get to listen to this shit for the rest of our lives 😎

More than joy, more than wealth, more than love, i crave peace. I cannot think of anything more peaceful than nothingness. My heart belongs to the wastelands....

Here in this deserted place, the skyscrapers stretching to the sky and disappearing into smoke, I wait. I walk slowly, the dead grey leaves dancing across my steps as I go. Their crackling, and the wind whistling in between the buildings, is the only noise I can hear. I walk up the avenue and I remember Sara.

In a world that is no more, you can remember a lot, but sometimes a certain person stands out.

Sara was small and alone. She was surviving in an air shaft of an abandoned theater.

She was my friend.

I let the wind hit my face, dry and sandy, but comforting nonetheless. As the sensations I have are minimized to bare survival and the elements, something as soft as the wind is a comforting thing. It makes you feel soft for a second.

It’s enough to remind me of her smiles, as Sara told me about her tunnels, and where she kept the dresses she had found.

None to be worn…. they were a reminder of the past. A more frivolous time, and … maybe she was waiting for that.

Another time to wear dresses.

I remember her… and yet it’s just a memory.

She is gone now, and there is no one to even cry to about it. No one to tell that I blame myself and I should have succeeded at saving her.

I am numb to these feelings. As I am filled with blame, so is it nullified.

I am a whisp in the wind, so close to my own end I can taste it. Because of this, I am unable to be afraid or to care. My body knows it is close, and mercifully it dulls me.

It leaves sweet, blissful nothing. An indifference to all of this. It doesn’t even feel real to be alive anymore.

I sit down to rest. I huddle, holding myself as a bleakness in my stomach coils itself around me. I feel myself hush with a depressed feeling.

Ah yes, my body says, I have almost nothing left to give you.

I’m sorry, I say to it.

I am depleted, my body says. All of my resources have run out.

I have to go….

Goodbye, I say, remembering —

I'm feeling this, bring on the end.. wouldn't feel any as lonely as the world already does!
Much love from Australia 🦘❤

Very good! 😮😮😮

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