the pen testing pads at art stores are the only worthwhile social media platform
is it true that fries and a coke
sooooo true and fucking real
i went to a tiny counterserve diner once and accidentally poured sugar instead of salt all over my hashbrowns and was eating them sadly anyways. the waitress took them away and started making me another one and I tried to protest, but she just snorted and said "we're not catholic here". now every time i'm doing something painful out of obligation i think about how that is not repenting, this body is not a catholic establishment, there is no nobility in suffering.
-Remember to take down your Christmas decorations before the stroke of midnight on January 5th. All lights hanging after that are the province of the old gods, the winter gods, and they will demand sacrifice.
-There are words and songs hidden in the howling wind. Don’t ever listen to them, just cover your ears and keep walking.
-Don’t be fooled be the weak sunlight, or the melting snow that comes at the end of the month. The winter has only barely started and it won’t end for months to come, maybe years.
-It’s dark by the time you leave work. Your drive home feels different than it did in the daylight, and it takes much much longer, though you can’t explain why.
-Be careful driving tonight, they say, there’s ice on the roads. They don’t say anything about the ice creeping into your home, or into your heart.
-You startle awake in the middle of the night, but all you hear is the sound of the hissing radiator or the clanking of the pipes. The things in the darkness have learned to immitate these noises and are waiting for you to let your guard down again.
-It’s a new year, but nothing has changed yet and nothing will.
January | February | March | April | May | June | July | August | September | October | November | December
listening to pure heroine and pretending like none of the years since count
details from cecilie bahnsen fall winter 2025