Tornado is ‘bout to happen, hope I don’t get Willoughby-ed
Today is the ides of march (March 15) AKA the day Julius Caesar was killed

Farmers (grand) daughter
If we were all kinder to one another the world would be a much better place
someone draw lesbyler as ethel cain and willoughby tucker or else Im going to have to do it.
Remembering the time I told a mutual I liked gibson girl by ethel cain and she responded with “you’re a slut huh?” And well.. yeah :(

— March 16th
I keep thinking about religion and God,
I took off the icons of Saints of my walls. They’ve been hanging there ever since I gained consciousness. The walls felt bare, and I felt guilt and doubt creeping in.
I know that my mother will be upset.
I left religion a while ago. I don’t think I ever believed, not truly. Yet, I still feel guilty. It haunts me.
God, haunts me. I think He always will.
I often can’t help but wonder if He is actually there. Watching. Gloating. He must think us to be fools. His creation, what a shame.
Maybe I’ve been wrong this whole time. Somehow, Him being real is worse. That means He’s cruel, no better than the man He created.

“The ground and lakes turned to ice; all organisms condemned.
And the Spirit of God could not be felt.
Devoid of life, yet death none did reach.
God will not protect you here.
No one will.“
- Passage through the Light of Lucifer. 001
<writing by me, photo by me>
The way the ending of Sun Bleached Flies melds so perfectly into the beginning of Waco, Texas, except for Waco being synthed and distorted