i think i’ll be logging my riffs on here from now on (instead of IG) before ultimately making a whole other account for the project itself

as long as i end up making this song about satan, it will hopefully not be considered blackgaze (and just atmospheric bm at most)

this is how it felt making that first riff (i forgot why i even made that chud edit in the first place lmfao) the second one is from few days ago but with vocals

my dream is to become the riffler

Last night I fainted when I realized the Welt aus Eis and all that implicit horror it would make me feel back then (and that I couldn’t understand) was all his own too

I called it a waltz of mountains because it was like two brother’s hearts, out of desperation to communicate properly, merged as one And yeah his heart was a World of Ice

as i finally come to understand these things it’s like yeah of course it’s taken me a month to wrap my head around this shit christ almighty

Napoli

a friend who listens to everything i have to say and worries about my family vs a friend who yells obscenities to me in public with only insults to speak of my family i wonder which friend is the one i can endure anything for (and get bday gifts for even their parents lmao)

“One is simply not enough” - Mat Cam on women (his literal words, can you believe this guy?)

Putting shrike birds on the map (since all normies like ravens and owls) which are still cool but yeah its 2026... it's TIME for a NEW BIRD

i should really redo the strumming cause i fr never knew much palm muting but would it still considered be raw black metal if it’s not the first take? (lmao)

if god doesn't have avoidant personality disorder then that means no one else does either

Warm angels

if i ever get pronounced dead temporarily imma make shit up and say there are children in hell or something

Galdrakver (The Little Magic Book). Culture: Iceland, 1670.Medium: Ink on animal skin. Collection: National and University Library of Iceland, Reykjavík. The Galdrakver is a rare surviving manuscript from 17th-century Iceland, written on animal skin. The texts are recorded

guy having to put on a spare tire is the male equivalent of girl with hospital wrist band but yeah i just had to put on a spare in the heat (if you even care…)

i should have cut my ig story this way it’s so much funnier