I light my candles before I open the browser. Black wax, crimson flame. Rituals can live anywhere — even inside a machine.
This post is a devotion. To haunted data. To the digital echoes of who I used to be. Every line of code here is a sigil carved into the skeleton of the internet. Emo is a séance and this is my altar.
Sometimes I wake up and feel like I’ve been coded wrong. Other times, I revel in the glitch. I don’t tidy my aesthetics. I let the mess spill — eyeliner, blood, coffee, broken CSS. I want this site to feel like a cursed blogspot that never died. Like it’s whispering through the pixels to say: “I’m still here.”
🩸 This week’s rituals:
- ✨ Burnt a black candle for every unread message I never replied to
- 📓 Journaled in Courier New — because the font matters
- 💻 Refused to engage with algorithms and instead coded by hand at 3:33AM
- 🖤 Re-listened to The Used until I remembered the names of all my ghosts
- ⛧ Drew a sigil based on my first Neopets username (power lives in cringe)
I believe in untraceable magic. Emo magic. Queer chaos. If you’ve made it this far, you’re probably haunted too. Good. Stay haunted. Stay sacred.