•°•°💀🌸𝔓𝔈ℜ𝔖𝔈𝔓ℌ𝔒𝔑𝔈🌸💀•°•° Reigniting my love of making weird nonsensical photo edits ~🌸💀
🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️ 𝔄 𝔱𝔴𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔴𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥 𝔬𝔣 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔫, 𝔈𝔵𝔞𝔩𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔣𝔲𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝔥𝔬𝔬𝔣 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔫. 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔥 𝔞𝔤𝔩𝔬𝔴, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢𝔰 𝔟𝔲𝔯𝔫, 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔬𝔫 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔢𝔩, 𝔡𝔲𝔢 𝔑𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔥 𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫. - 𝔑𝔬𝔴 𝔰𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔰 𝔞 𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔬𝔣 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔷𝔢𝔫 𝔰𝔩𝔢𝔢𝔭, 𝔖𝔬𝔴 𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 𝔣𝔦𝔢𝔩𝔡𝔰, 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔨 𝔱𝔬 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔭. 𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔳𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔢𝔫𝔡, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔲𝔫 𝔡𝔢𝔠𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔢, 𝔗𝔬 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔡𝔬𝔴 𝔯𝔢𝔦𝔤𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔡𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔢. - 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔰, ℌ𝔢𝔯 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔩𝔶 𝔰𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔟𝔯𝔢 𝔯𝔥𝔶𝔪𝔢𝔰. 𝔄𝔰 𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔰 𝔡𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔭𝔞𝔩𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱, 𝔄𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔞𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔬𝔬𝔡𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔢. - 𝔄𝔡𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔠𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔫𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔦𝔠𝔢, 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔴𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪𝔰, 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔰 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔰𝔢. 𝔈𝔞𝔠𝔥 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔱𝔠𝔥 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔰 𝔞 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥, 𝔈𝔫𝔱𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥. 🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️
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I'm so lucky to have been able to celebrate Halloween with my little sister @strangeunusualbat - you are one of the most precious things in my life!! Thank you for always being down to be spooky with me 🖤🎃🖤 . . . . . . #halloween #darkaesthetic #victorian #gothic #witchy
🌒🎃🔥✨🕯️ℌ𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔶 ℌ𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔫 & 𝔅𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔖𝔞𝔪𝔥𝔞𝔦𝔫🕯️🔥✨🎃
🌒✨ Winter Mausoleum - Pittsburgh 2019✨🌘
🌒✨🕯️ It's been a wild fucking ride to get here, but I'm 32 years old today!🕯️✨🌘 Thank you to anyone who has been a part of my weird, trippy, chaotic, surreal psychedelic, trash gobliny, sometimes sad, and incredibly eccentric journey through this life, I LOVE YOU. 🖤🖤🖤 (I was going to post a bunch of videos, but I don't have time to find all of them, so maybe later😅)
Monday marked a year since my dad passed, which still feels completely surreal. I've been trying to write this post since Monday, but it's been difficult to gather my thoughts 🥀 When I went to Utah for his funeral last year, I also had to frantically clean out two of his storage units within the brief timeframe I was there, as well as pack up anything of his I was moving to Michigan. I moved a good portion of his belongings, but my heart couldn't handle opening them for the longest time. I took time off of work this week and was finally able to go through all of his stuff since I had no time restrictions and felt I was ready to sit with my emotions during the process. It was extremely bittersweet to read through notebook after notebook of fantastical short stories/story concepts he wrote (I will share some of these one day), organize his leather tools/books/art supplies, and place all the decades worth of loose photos into an actual photo album. It was healing to be able look at the condensed timeline of his life when I was putting together the photo album: to see so many pictures of him smiling and healthy, hanging out with friends and being goofy, going on adventures, raising us kids. I still have a lot to process emotionally, but this is at least a step in the right direction. I miss him every fucking day, there's so much more I could say, but I'll just leave this as it is. ✨🕯️🖤🕯️✨
I would give anything to go back in time and spend one more day in the treehouse my dad built, with him reading next to the roses in the garden below. 🥲🌿🖤🌹
✨🌈🍄"ꪻꫝꫀ ᥴ᥅ꪮᦓᦓ ᭙ꪖᦓ ꪖ ꪑꪊᦓꫝ᥅ꪮꪮꪑ, ꪖꪀᦔ ꪻꫝꫀ ꪑꪊᦓꫝ᥅ꪮꪮꪑ ᭙ꪖᦓ ꪖꪶᦓꪮ ꪻꫝꫀ ꪻ᥅ꫀꫀ ꪮᠻ ᧁꪮꪮᦔ ꪖꪀᦔ ꫀꪜ꠸ꪶ - ꪻꫝꫀ ρꫝ꠸ꪶꪮᦓꪮρꫝ꠸ᥴꪖꪶ ᦓꪻꪮꪀꫀ ꪮᠻ ꪻꫝꫀ ꪖꪶᥴꫝꫀꪑ꠸ᦓꪻ ᭙ꪖᦓ, ꪶᦓᦔ" ꪻꫝꫀ ꫝꪮꪶꪗ ꪑꪮꪊꪀꪻꪖ꠸ꪀ ((This is an old photo)) The t-shirt print I cut out and sewed on my dress is a design by @florianbertmer) 🍄🌈✨ #theholymountain #jodorowsky #psychedelic
🕯️🌒✨ 𝔓𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔞 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔫 ✨🌘🕯️
Last year was the most tragic year of my life, but at least I got to meet the legend #mortiis. 🖤⚔️ (...don't mind how fucking awkward I am, I didn't know what to do with my hands 😅)
Finally pushed myself out of my comfort zone and started therapy. It's something I've wanted to do for a long time but was too nervous to actually follow through with until now. I'm very fortunate to have found an incredible therapist that I feel comfortable with and look forward to positive results. It's going to be really hard work but it's better than being stuck in my constant mental hell-loop. 🌱🌼
Trying not to slip into a full blown existential crisis right now, but at least it finally snowed here 🥲🖤
✨🍁Here are a few reasons why I wanted ginger hair🍁✨ I was really hesitant to do this color at first because I didn't know if it would look good on me, but it's now my favorite color I've ever dyed my hair 😌🎃🧡🍂🍁🌰✨
I only took one picture at Eve of War last night but the lighting was so shitty you could barely see my face 🫠 I at least took one before the show since it was the first time I've gotten ready and left the house to do something (other than run errands) in months 😅⚔️
It feels strange to celebrate anything right now, but with the inevitable passage of time, it's my first birthday without my dad. Every milestone I hit in life will now be bittersweet because I won't be able to celebrate with him, but I'll hold his memory closer in those moments and honor his message from his last birthday card he sent to me. His dreams will merge with mine so long as I keep going. Looking through these pictures of me it's easy to see that our dreams were merged from the beginning, his influence has always reflected in who I am 🖤💛⚜️⚔️ If any friends have fun stories/memories (no matter how unhinged or wild 😅) we've shared together the best birthday gift I could get is to read them so I can be reminded that my life hasn't just been one unfortunate event to the next. Any kind words would be appreciated 💛🖤 Thank you, and remember to hold your loved ones close to you because we never know how much time we'll have together.
Navigating grief and mourning right now has been overwhelming to say the least. I've been listening to the album Slaughtersun (Crown of the Triarchy) by Dawn on repeat since the day I found out my father passed since it's been one of few things to keep me grounded and offer brief moments of raw catharsis amongst the chaos. Hopefully I'll be able to get to a point in the near future where I can channel all these emotions into my own art and music and create pieces that would make him, my eternal muse, proud. ⚔️🕊️
Mont J Maxfield: November 10th 1960 - June 9th 2024 - On Sunday I received a call from my siblings letting me know that my father had passed. To say I'm devastated would be an understatement. Although he had been struggling with severe health issues these past years, I thought I would still have more time with him. He was my whole world and I loved and cherished him more than anything. It's difficult to articulate the depths of this pain and loss, but also my undying love; no words could ever do my love for him justice. He was endlessly creative, deeply compassionate, gentle, understanding, and forever a kid at heart. In his life he was - a master artisan skilled in leather working, candle and armor making - a lover of nature who always stopped to smell the roses and had a passion for tending his garden - a storyteller, dreamer, and romantic - a comedian and a Muppet in human form whose humor was on par with Monty Python and Fozzie Bear - a nerd who loved board games, painting miniatures, history, lord of the rings, and all things sci-fi/fantasy/stop motion - but above all, he was an incredible father whose greatest pride in life was us kids. His love for us was truly unconditional and through every stage of my life he always accepted, supported, and encouraged me. I am who I am today because of him; the attributes that I'm most proud of in myself were all grown from the seeds of his example, curiosity, and empathy. He still had so many aspirations and dreams he wanted to accomplish, and even though I feel like I want to give up, I'll do my best to continue in his honor and accomplish those aspirations/dreams for him so his legacy can live on through me. @ianjmax, @strangeunusualbat and I love you forever papa. I hope we get to see you across the rainbow bridge again someday.
This is purely an appreciation post for my Catacomb 'The Years of Morbidology' long sleeve that is very obviously 3 sizes too big for me ⚔️🔥 #catacomb #deathmetal #theyearsofmorbidology
Just wanted to say ✨𝓗𝓲, 𝓘'𝓶 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓭, 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓭𝓸𝓮𝓼𝓷'𝓽 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓼𝓸𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓵 𝓶𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓪 99.99% 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 ✨
2023 was yet another year of drastic changes; however, even though those changes have come with massive burnout and hardship, there have still been flittering moments of happiness and inspiration interwoven. It was difficult to envision the future when I was in North Carolina, but now that I'm living somewhere new, I feel more hopeful. I'm cautiously optimistic for 2024, but there's still a lot of personal work to be done in order to actualize and achieve the goals I've set for the coming year. It takes a lot of time to stabilize after starting life over in a new state, so finding time for anything creative is going to be a slow process, but I'm determined to integrate it back into my life again. I recently saved up enough money to buy another Roland Juno G synth to replace my broken one, so I can FINALLY fill the void caused by not having a proper musical outlet for over 4 years 🥲 I probably sound like a broken record since this is the THIRD state I've moved to since 2019, but this place actually feels like somewhere I wouldn't mind to planting my roots into. 🖤 Thank you to anyone who is remotely interested in keeping up with me, despite how elusive and sporadic I am. 🖤🖤🖤
Winter has finally descended on Michigan and it is making me feel alive again. When I used to live in Utah I would take walks at night in the snow and it was so peaceful (especially since no one else was going to be outside in the cold at 1am 😆) and I've missed it so much. I'm fortunate enough to have a small forest behind my house to wander in, which makes this 10x better ❄️ Black metal + winter + forest night walks = me at the peak of happiness 🖤 Side note: my "The Last Judgement" (painting by Fra Angelico) shower curtain makes an amazing backdrop 🤣
