I got to spend a couple of hours around sunset out at an abandoned farm which I found and lost in 2012, then found again last fall. A remarkable place and a beautiful big old barn owl who enjoys watching my drone fly around–rather than attacking it. What more could you want in December?
vaporwave sounds like what drowning in a mall fountain would feel like
That’s exactly what it is
Me, trying to explain my obsession with southern gothic and weird alt country: look I don’t know why, but if a song is acoustic, in a minor key, and about murder, god, or america, i just go absolutely batshit
Like eat the rich and all that, but tbh I have an undeniable weakness for pretentious, ostentatious fancy shit like…gold and marble hallways and swimming pools with greek statues and avant garde fashion and all that
daisychainnihilism 