Dolores de Huevos

half the thoughts i have aren't mine and i don't know where they're coming from

Yahhh I have to build Rome. Yup it’s due tomorrow.. noo I haven’t started yet haha is that bad?

Okay, I lied. I like flowers I don’t have to ask for. I like dates I don’t have to plan. I like reassurance, love letters, notes, long texts and updates. I like acts of service, physical touch, quality time and small surprises. I like being loved loudly.

considering how obvious it is conceptually, im surprised there isn't more "liminal space" horror media that has like. anything to say about the sort of rampant capitalist expansion + subsequent economic crash that leads to seemingly endless, samey public spaces like malls, resorts, and parking lots being abandoned and empty. The feeling of being the only living thing within a structure that seems, on the surface, built for people, but in reality expands into infinity in an inescapably banal maze of careless, empty rooms. There's no need for a monster, the environment itself both desperately needs you and wants you to die

The lack of things like benches, water fountains, trees or plants or living things of any kind. An environment that seems built to shelter from the dangers of the natural world but in and of itself is a danger to you the moment you become trapped there with no access to the outside. Malls with fake plastic plants and playgrounds full of plastic cartoon animals and fountains with foamy blue water with so much chlorine you smell it before you see it. Yeagh