24 years old. Anime, writing, and video games are life. I am currently in love with BTS and they are basically taking over my life as i now run a blog dedicated to writing for them.
Made these tapestry designs awhile back for my dorm room, ended up going with the Ganon one and I don’t regret it. Mainly inspired by the Wind Waker style, but incorporated stuff from the other games.
The grains of sand fall faster through the small opening in the ceiling as the seconds pass by. If there was a simpler way out of this then maybe I could hold on to the hope that he has. The sand has already risen to my waist, there is no salvation left for me.
The feeling of dread washes over me like the tides cover the shore in perfect harmony. If only there was a way out of this prison. The way the world seems to be clouding over in gloom. The cold chills cover my body and my heart skips several beats. A sweat breaks out and covers my brow as my adrenaline kicks in. The one that causes it to spike is still here, heckling and pressing forward with the thoughts and concerns and gripes about what’s to come.
What is to come but the ever growing fear of death? Of loneliness? Of total devastating heartbreak? My fears blossom in the full light of the ever waning moon and all I can think of, all I can fathom is why must this be happening now? Why is it that my heart is being pulled in the most paradoxical positions that leave me stretched so bare that I have nothing left for myself.
To stay and potentially suffer a fate worse than death or leave and suffer a loss greater than the best dream I’ve had in forever. If I choose to stay what will I gain in the long run other than torment, unbearable pain and suffering. The barest glimpses of love so pure and profound.
However if I leave what of the possibilities that may yet unfold. Of the slimmest glimmer of hope that still shines through. My livelihood would stay intact but my heart would shatter to a million pieces, leaving behind the one I was bold enough to call mine. My own form a lifeless shell of what once was.
The fallen Angel Lucifer and the Moon on March 31 2020
This is the only post I ever want to look at ever again
This person: *takes photo of moon surrounded by clouds* Ah yes, I know exactly which mid-19th century painting of a biblical winged nude beefcake this reminds me of
Wanted to do something for Mermay since last year and almost missed it again, but managed to do this. The agate pebble is 3,5 х 3 cm, and I ran out of cord, but the idea is simple - a mermaid captured by a fishing net. It’s a ‘pen test’ of sorts, and now I’ll do more of it, on various gemstone pebbles and with some stories.
💀 All the sad poetry of our goth forefathers and foremothers that we revere so much, but also a heavy focus on tragic romances and erudite and/or classical stories of forbidden love and murder.
💀 Guillermo Del Toro. Just like, everything about him. Everything he is.
💀 A clean mix of the black lace and sweeping skirts the Victorian goths have brought to the table, married to the patches and leather jackets of an 80s London goth. Lots of leather and lace mixes, actually. Consider this.
💀 Florals on black. All the florals on black.
💀 Cemetary dates, but not so the world can quiver in awe over how dark you and your love are, just because they’re pretty and quiet and a good place to talk. You’ll spend hours there walking among the tombstones and trying to piece together the stories of those laid to rest there.
💀 Privacy, solitude, quiet reflection and occasional random crying. It’s an aesthetique now. Congratulations all, we finally made it a look.
💀 Tending to a family of crows somewhere until they begin to follow you everywhere, bringing you surprise treats of random shiny bits that they leave on your windowsill in thanks.
💀 That’s right people, you heard it here first: we’re bringing back tortured, dramatic vampires and no one is stopping us. And this time, we’re doing it right.
💀 Some people have guardian angels. Soft goths have guardian demons, hulking winged gargoyle-creatures with gleaming deep-sea eyes who watch over us as we sleep and fall in love with us from afar. Every one is specifically aligned to some concept or element that reflects the personality of their beloved charge - thunderstorms, poetry, poisons and astronomy. They send us dreams that make us think, they inspire us to do things like take up the violin, write a luridly grotesque love story that we’ll never share with anyone, to hack into an alexa until it only plays Emilie Autumn and Mary Shelley audio book files. They watch and wait, and when we die, they carry us off to the looming dark castles of our dreams that they’ve spent our lifespans creating for us.
💀 Accentuating a predominantly black wardrobe with everything but the standard blood red - emerald greens, royal blues, blush pinks, shimmering golds.
💀 The gentle, weary acceptance that sometimes life hurts a lot, and sometimes people are wretched, and sometimes really means most of the time, and sometimes all you can do about it is turn it into a pinterest board and cry it out.
💀 Soft, fuzzy black sweaters over high-waisted black jeans and velvet flats until it’s literally too damn warm for them anymore.
💀 Realizing for the first time that someone is just as strange and sad as you, that they’re the gift your guardian demon sent you to love and take care of you until it’s time to go home with them at the end of it all.
💀 Delicate jewelry made of bones and teeth and tiny bottles.
💀 The day can be so harsh, burning, unyieldingly bright and demanding. The cool, soft night is where we belong, lacing fingers into someone else’s on an insomniac’s walk through silent city streets until a coffee shop rises, glowing like the moon, on the horizon. Exhausted paramedics drink coffee inside, hoping it will distract them from all they’ve seen that night, and the pang of empathy in your chest for all of them.
Yes, all of these are good. Especially all the florals on black and tortured, romantic vampires.
Sure, call it “soft goth” if you want, but all of this is part of the romantigoth mindset.
