@shot_through_the_heart: . i want a lucy.. . #cyberpunk #cyberpunkedgerunners #fyp #xyzbca #cyberpunk2077

💿💤 :

Never stoped looking for my Lucy

✰ 𝑀𝒞 :

sandevistan hoodie I’m making. thoughts?

Icedtea :

you can't choose when to go psycho

lotion25 :

𝑁𝑂𝑉𝐴 ♡ :

Lost my David today

David Martinez :

I miss Lucy

Max :

Whats this skin

🛸🧟🐍 :

Did any of y’all even play the game gng

Cristian :

"i want a lucy" bro fuck lucy how about a panam 💯

STEINS;GATE👑 :

i wont bc im special

zxkaii :

lowk would be a cyberpsycho for free

nana ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 :

what does this mean 👀

Faraday :

I would go full borg knowing that I will go cyberpsycho just to get you to the moon

seal lover :

but I am nerdy enough to understand

jake_2916 :

oi gonks im going cyberpsycho

𝖈𝖔𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖊⚽✝️🙏🇸🇻🇲🇽✝️ :

I WATCHED IT ALL YESTERDAY AND DAMNNNN Lucy bad kiwi was and still a bih David was goated

𝑻𝒂𝒏 :

song name?

(っ◔◡◔)っDiego :

I find myself relating to this more than I ever expected. When I first encountered it, a strange feeling of recognition washed over me, as if someone had reached into my head and pulled out a piece of my life. Every detail resonates—the emotions, the struggles, the quiet moments that feel invisible to others but monumental to me. It’s like a mirror to my own journey, reflecting all the paths I’ve walked and the thoughts I’ve carried but never spoken aloud. As I think about the experiences that shaped me, I see pieces of myself hidden in every corner. The moments when I felt out of place, the times I tried to be strong but crumbled in private, and the small victories that nobody else noticed—those are all woven into this story. It reminds me of the nights I sat with my own thoughts, trying to untangle feelings I couldn’t quite name, and the mornings where I forced myself to keep moving despite the weight of everything I carried. Relating to this isn’t just about seeing similarities; it’s about feeling understood without needing to explain. It’s the comfort of knowing that someone else has walked through the shadows I’ve known and found a way to put them into words. The more I reflect on it, the more I feel like I’m not alone—that my experiences, though deeply personal, are part of something larger, something shared. Reading, watching, or hearing this doesn’t just make me nod in agreement—it makes me feel seen. It validates the complicated mix of strength and vulnerability that lives inside me. And in some ways, it inspires me to embrace my own story more fully, to recognize that the pieces of myself I often keep hidden can be a bridge to connection. So yes, I relate to this in ways that are hard to capture in a few sentences. It’s not just a story anymore—it’s a reminder of who I am, where I’ve been, and how I am still finding my way forward.

𝓢𝓮𝓫𝓫𝔂 :

song name ?