I love the band HIM. I unapologetically love their weird ass, depressing ass, fatalistic love songs. I love the super dirty, grungy 80s metal slowmo guitar solos and the lithe piano riffs and the bass that sounds like sex and the baritone. HIM, to me, sounds like two young pale as shit goths sneaking off to have sex in a forgotten cemetery in the middle of nowhere. And you know what? I don’t care. For all of their kinda creepy shit, HIM taught me how to love.
I came across a video of getting things finished, not perfect. You “perfect” and get better as you go, but you can never perfect if you never complete. I have completion issues. I have perfection issues. I need to figure this out. If I am going to design worlds and environments and a picturesque solution […]