decaying
I have a hope and though she’s blind with no name. She shits where she’s supposed to, feeds herself while I’m away. Sometimes I think it would be easier without her, but I know nothing can hurt me when I see her sleepin’ face.
Mitski Miyawaki — Buffalo Replaced, The Land Is Inhospitable And So Are We (2023)
Father, the angels are crying! They are starving for your affection
I have thought of you so frequently […] that I imagine, I guess, that by some mystical intuition you may well be aware of this.
Sylvia Plath, The Letters of Sylvia Plath Volume II: 1956–1963 — Dorothea Krook, 25th September 1958
this is where i post from
wanting to die, i bent over to God as the burning water flushes through my eyes.
death was the day the Sun stopped bleaching the color of your eyes
i'm so terribly in love with her it's insane
INTO THE ABYSS WITH ETHEL CAIN
downloading tumblr for the first time in 2023 is definitely an experience
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.