glory! : intro!

washer

Goodnight my love Remember me as you fall to sleep Fill your pockets with the dust and the memories That rises from the shoes on my feet I won't be back here Though we may meet again I know it's dark outside Don't be afraid Everytime I ever cried from fear Was just a mistake that I made Wash yourself in your tears And build your church On the strength of your faith Please Listen to me Don't let go Don't let this desperate moonlight leave me With your empty pillow Promise me the sun will rise again I too am tired now Embracing thoughts of tonight's dreamless sleep My head is empty My toes are warm I am safe from harm...

Monday, November 13, 2023

intro!

introductions

REVELATION 22:21

The grace of the Lord Jesus be with God's people. Amen. 

HELLO ALL

its not that i want to be immortalized. neither do i think about or want a legacy. i just love to talk.

i am carolina i am nineteen as we speak. virgo. i was born august 25th. the cradle of fall.

i live in an unbearably hot region. im a devout catholic.

i love both death and black metal equally. my favorite band ever is H.I.M. ever. no questions asked.

but ive been listening to a lot of bjork and swans these days- my favorite artists aside from the aforementioned are my dying bride, type o negative, have a nice life, burzum, bathory, brand new, the cure and the smiths. siouxsie and the banshees. ville valo. suffocation and cannibal corpse and sisters of mercy. carpathian forest. david bowie, lou reed.

im trying to grow out a buzzcut maybe.

my favorite movies are blade runner, alien,las niñas bien, midnight in paris, space odyssey, annihilation, nosferatu, bram stoker's dracula, phantom of the opera. im forgetting some.

maybe im engaged.

im studying to become a psychologist. i want to become a psychoanalyst. i want to study history, art history, esotericism, theology and philosophy. maybe spanish and english literature. id love to be a teacher.

i like writing, playing and listening to music, i love art. i draw so much. i love reading and i love movies. i love them. i love being nice and kind..

welcome. my loves. my darling doves. my sisters.

nov 14

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sylvia plath, the bell jar

I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.

Psalm 18: 6-11

In my distress I called upon the Lord, And cried out to my God; He heard my voice from His temple, And my cry came before Him, even to His ears. Then the earth shook and trembled; The foundations of the hills also quaked and were shaken, Because He was angry. Smoke went up from His nostrils, And devouring fire from His mouth; Coals were kindled by it. He bowed the heavens also, and came down With darkness under His feet. And He rode upon a cherub, and flew; He flew upon the wings of the wind. He made darkness His secret place; His canopy around Him was dark waters And thick clouds of the skies.