Lene Lovich And Nina Hagen

If you must leave, leave ruins in your wake. Leave nothing whole enough to be forgotten.

Stephanie Valentin: 'fathom' Series (2004)

I can change! / digital collage

[all images sourced from wikipedia commons]

note: i will be posting my collage to a new account: flowerhoundart!

Swans - children of god Era

If you see this you’re legally obligated to reblog and tag with the book you’re currently reading

The Thing

Somewhere, sometime, for no actual reason.

(who needs a reason?)

The reason for existence could be the existence itself.

No beginning, no end.

Infinity and eternity.

Time passes, nothing changes, nothing ever changes.

Yet everything is brand new.

Unknown, unfamiliar, alien.

Doesn't live, never die, just remains.

Somewhere...

Sometime...

Far away and right outside the window.

Awaiting...

They call it evil, but it is neutral.

Objective and just.

Unbiased.

Awaiting...

No need to be afraid.

Arial B.

December 2024

Playing The Downward Spiral cd on my Hello Kitty boombox is the only thing keeping me from ending it all

truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.