I am unfortunately just like other guys. I like trashy horror, dog poems, cannibalism as a metaphor for obsessive devotion, religious imagery, people who use my name in a sentence, academic validation, lying for fun, being bisexual and bleeding out in the snow.
actually the whole world is just a ruse because if you just like listen to a sine wave or something for an hour and slow your breathing a bit you can actually get a peek at what’s really going on behind the veil. there’s no grass there which is sad but the architecture is phenomenal. the temples they build to their higher powers are exquisite and untouched because they don’t have urbex hooligans ruining everything (no youtube either which is a plus). every time i play tears of the kingdom and go to the depths i think about it. devour by lorn is playing from somewhere at all times which is a good thing because it’s a great piece of music. anyways, this place is something out of one of étienne-louis boullée’s wet dreams the way the temples are built. there’s not much to do but wander but as long as u have a good lantern it’s fine. it’s quite melancholy but not in a sad way, just kind of an empty way. but feeling empty isn’t a bad thing because it makes room for creation. oh, to live in a space with discovery instead of confusion and euphoria out of pain.
pics from my church trip to czech republic and poland <3
168423
sex is better when there are blankets over the windows
wanting to die, i bent over to God as the burning water flushes through my eyes.
i miss my grandma and the beach