Here comes paranoia knocking on my door,
Here comes fear, entering in to explore.
Here comes decay, following slow and grim,
Next is death, walking hand in hand with him.

An angel approaches, a light so bright,
"Walk to the light," is it another life, or eternal night?
Decaying like a mushroom, as time takes its toll,
Bodies lifted to heaven, ascending to a higher role.

This following article isn't in the least bit Goth related but I found it amusing and feel like I can share it amongst the Goth community, not with the Bogans at home.....

Sometimes the health system sucks....Starting to feel long time consequences of some health issues that I have been dealing with for a while I went to some specialist and Guess what to treat one thing I need another condition fully diagnosed but that doctor is on vacation for two weeks and once that one is returned, doctor one will be on vacation and so in total I have to wait at least 4 more weeks to be able to start treatment if it is even possible to give me that treatment. Not like I have been having that issue for 6 months now and it's starting to cause follow up issues....
Still not sure if the ED is the cause of it all or if my body just hates me and found another way to show me...
But hey, what else is new?

"Blond Noir Of Nightstreet." Anytime is an awesome time for goth. I went out on a November night back in 2023 to at last follow up on the Blond Noir using this cool shopping background I used in a nearby town close to Laurie. I took advantage of the LED street lights for the backdrop while it was at the late-night hours, with no people or car traffic to be any problem. The weather for that month was just right for this crossplay, and all I had to do was just look natural in my black and blonde's best and let the timer on the Olympus do the rest. That, and I edited it on Photo Scape for the classic Black and White style that makes goths look even better. As for a pre-Halloween goth? I say goth looks good just about anytime.
#blackamdwhitephotography #goth #gothic #gothgirl #leotard #fishnets #prehalloween #cosplay #crossplay #nightphoto

Unfortunatelly my Toby has a agressive tumor on his leg... monday will to more exames to see if the tumor has already spread through his body... no easy decions... to operate his leg he has to do chemotherapy and hope that the cancer reduces... but only if the results of analisys show tha the cancer will be affected by chemo.. if not... we have 2 choices... amputate the leg... or leavit... and start threating him with medicine to ease the pain that he migth have... and give him tehe best life quality possible.. my heart his twice broken... broken because i will miss him ... and broken because he came to us some months affer my dad passed away with cancer... and he became my mothers companion...and it will devastating for her... not the passing... but the absence of his presence... because for 8 years he followed her everywhere.. and everywhere she looks... she will be reminded off him.. i will too.. sorry for venting... but it's been couple rough days....

Thinking about changing my moniker from Noodles123 to one of the following:

Please help me choose.

The idiot Psychiatry in Sweden (RättsmedicinalVerket) do you really think i cannot steer my mindd. Butt ohhh they give you worthless neuroleptica Abilify & crap that makes you Worse you all deserves to Be LIQUIDATED like in Ukraine. Do you really think you can force me to follow your LAWS im gonna take eveyry Chemical i FEEL LIKE THIS IS A PROMISE & THREAT. & especiallly the Juridical system im gonna erase your Offices & it will be WORSE for you the the Apartment bombs MUch worse .. THIS will be Swift & effective. IM Gonna do the Righteous thing for All the People you have deceived & forced with your idiot Medezines . BE READY FOR BATTLE .

It seems a shadow of misfortune follows me. I've come to expect it: a fleeting moment of light is always chased away by a familiar storm, pulling me back under with brutal force.

What truly unnerves me is the silence within. The emotional echo of these disasters has faded to nothing. I am a dry well—events that should summon a flood of tears now barely register. Is this resilience, or is it erosion? My psyche, to save itself, seems to have severed the wires, leaving me feeling like an spectator in my own tragicomedy, muttering, 'This can't be real.'

I observe my life as through a thick, silent pane of glass. The impact is muted, the meaning distant. I am a curious stranger to my own apathy, asking, 'What happens when you simply have nothing left to feel?'

Is this emptiness making me stronger, or is it the void before the collapse? I built these walls stone by stone for protection, but now they encircle me. They keep the world's anguish out. The question is no longer about weathering the storm, but whether I am fortified within a sanctuary, or entombed within a cell of my own making.

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