Every time I go out to visit the midwest or mountain west I’m baffled as to how anyone lives in these gigantic flat plains or giant bowl valleys between mountains with no trees to speak of. It’s nature’s panopticon. You can go inside I guess but that roof can’t hide you from God like the woods can. It’s gorgeous of course but I’m going back to Mirkwood where I can think my wicked little thoughts in peace, thank you very much.
i feel the same except the complete opposite. the mountains are nice to visit but how does anyone live there? you don’t know what’s hiding in there. peace is endless flat plains, nothing but you and the angel you’re struggling with.
fascinating! enjoy the type of horror that feels like home to you and I will do the same xoxo
“Even after the eating disorder, the hospital, the years of therapy, you’re essentially throwing yourself into another destructive, loneliness-inducing obsession, one that leaves you feeling empty, abandoned, and out of control, but that keeps you coming back for more simply because these are the emotions that feel the most familiar to you. You’re addicted to loneliness and desperation. It’s the strongest emotion you’ve ever known, so your subconscious tells you that it’s your destiny.”
