Idle Steps 3.21.24
“Sunday Was For Feasting"
White bone wood balm
Paler than the droughted palms
Dreaded, unfed’ed
Weary weak appraisal
Arrival on most high
Elated, delayed and held up
Caravans halt
No passage, no river crossing
No life crossing, no passover
White bone-wood palm
Sun bleached, white washed
Bulldozed over on sleepless nights
What driftwood will wash ashore?
From undrinkable water
To unlivable land
Is this the promise?
As written, as planned?
@env0writes C.Buck
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god loves you, but not enough to save you
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Worst thing about searching for music so far:
goth band's vocal distortion is top notch
everyone in the comments talks about loving the lyrics
I cannot tell what they are saying
i cannot find their lyrics online
band only sold 200 copies of their only music 30 years ago and disappeared after
i cant recommend them now because i dont know whats in it fwijofeuwehoiujowfjw pain
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Being plus size AND goth AND a Christian is probably one of the biggest inconveniences I have ever subjected myself to.
Finding clothes as a plus size person on its own is one thing, but finding my style in my size while also trying to stay away from satanic and pagan symbols is even harder.
Does anyone know of any goth sites that are good about not sticking a satanic cross or a pentacle/pentagram on literally everything while also having a decent selection of plus sizes?
A girl is in NEED.
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Almighty and everliving God,
we thank you for feeding us with the spiritual food
of the most precious Body and Blood
of your Son our Savior Jesus Christ;
and for assuring us in these holy mysteries
that we are living members of the Body of your Son,
and heirs of your eternal kingdom.
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Full moon behind the Temple Expiatori del Sagrat Cor, on the summit of Mount Tibidabo in Barcelona, Catalonia, Spain.
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A Feud to Carry Vol. 2, 2.16.24
“Mourning Star"
My wings, two rotting petals
To crumpled colors autumn felled
Whipped up to slow descent and falls
Too fragile to fly, to love, to be held
Summer’s flight of fancy succumbed
Dillied and dallied
Thrummed and hummed
Crashing in beautiful fiery possibilities; seed
Will the hot air rise
And with me too, be carried
Or will I fall on failing, flailing wing from lies
Believed in – oh, father, brother, spirit now long buried
Before you wake in winter, give spring and summer chance
For only autumn, shall be my one true romance
@env0writes C.Buck
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