Church music for the fervent non-believer
Anarcissie (#3,748)
I don’t know about other people, but in my wayward youth I had episodes of solitude which bordered on the psychotic. It was like being buried alive. It took me quite a while to toughen up. Meanwhile I got myself in a lot of trouble fleeing from that demon and others. I could get all theoretical and explain it as transitioning from the bosom of the family to atomistic/individualist capitalist industrialism, but the theory won’t cure the ill.
”“I would like to teach a seminar someday out in the woods on an old couch called “How to Mollify Your Disappointment with the Way Things Turned Out.” We’d smoke a little weed and listen to the birds and maybe get to second base. And then night would fall across the land and the stars would come out like change falling from a pocket.”
favorite things:
It’s a mauvey grandma/easter bunny lavender
Favorite things:
This perfume & this superworse thing about nerding out on smells