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Notes for self:
You don't belong here; you never have
Death is the end and it will be so peaceful
But
I should never have been born.
I will never forgive you for that.
it’s 2028. trump is dead. elon is dead. zuckerberg is dead bezos is dead they’re all dead
Harm is in us, but power to harm
Ring around the Moon
I can feel the end coming and I want it
“The Angelic Complex” demos. this one from 2024 (recorded in hotel bathroom on laptop mic) and one from 2021 (test instrumental). bc + sc
“Black has depth… you can go into it… And you start seeing what you’re afraid of. You start seeing what you love, and it becomes like a dream.”
Rest in horror 🖤
There is poison in the water 💔
Beach monsters, shingle shifters
Shoreham-by-sea beachfront
Miss World 🖤
Life sends me reminders everywhere I go
Anne W. Brigman (1869–1950) - The Strength of Loneliness, 1914
Cornwall coast studies
Christine Jorgensen - 1953
Christine Jorgensen (1926–1989) was a transgender pioneer and one of the first widely known individuals to undergo gender-affirming surgery. Born in the Bronx as George Jorgensen Jr., she transitioned in Denmark in the early 1950s, undergoing surgery and hormone therapy. In 1952, her transition made headlines, making her an international sensation.
Jorgensen became an actress, nightclub performer, and lecturer, using her fame to advocate for transgender awareness despite societal stigma. She remained a trailblazer for transgender rights until her death from cancer in 1989, leaving a legacy of courage and visibility.
Fun - 1994
Two disturbed teenage girls kill for fun 🖤
Candy Darling by Robert Mapplethorpe, 1972
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Post-mortem study of a collapsed lung from the American College of Chest Physicians, 1944
Cave studies, 2022
The spikes are still and heavy and wet
Cave studies, 2022
These caves are oppressive and damp, the smell of death gets stronger the deeper you go in
I opened myself up to you completely
No birds sing here
I thought I could survive here as a child
I'm still here, aren't I?
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A Komi pagan shrine in a spruce forest, probably Abjaćoj village, 1960s
Do you see it now?
It is everywhere
Whispering on the winds