Got here from Listening to Lingua Ignota.
This song is like sitting in a damp abandoned church and a ghost decided to play you their jam, so gothic, a little scary, but somehow incredibly enjoyable
Her music is the autumn breeze stinging your eyes while you cry. Her music is chain smoking in a graveyard. Her music is raw tenderness and the fog of depression fighting a war over your heart. Her music is hanging out in the cold parking lot of an adandoned strip mall with the other weirdos. Her music is finding beauty in the darkness. I discovered her music at a huge turning point in my life last year. I hope you enjoy 🖤🖤
Never was that big of a fan of comics growing up, and I'd say that I have a sprinkling of pretentiousness, so lots of media I consume is serious and artistic. But somehow over the past couple months I've been going to comic book stores, buying the new issues and keeping track of when new issues come out. It's something about the escapism I think, and the strong characters that exist in series like the X-Men. A lot of the older Chris Clairmont X-Men is written really well, there are some parts that have aged terribly, but for the most part it's some great stuff. This has been the first thing I've really enjoyed getting into in a while.
Also Wolverine is hot, 5'3" king.
