kaci3po:

watergender:

psychicdictatorship:

the aesthetic of american far right christianity is horrifying

run-down signs screaming about hell in the middle of nowhere is my aesthetic though

You don’t know true pants-shitting fear until you’re driving in the middle of nowhere, not a single sign of civilization as far as the eye can see, haven’t seen another living being in three hours, and then out of nowhere suddenly looms a half-destroyed barn with the words “HELL IS REAL” painted on what remains of the roof.

You’ve been driving all day and all night. You see a light in the distance. You pull in to a nearly abandoned truck stop. A haggard woman with white-blonde hair greets you with empty eyes. You didn’t see her walk out of the store.
“GOD LOVES YOU, YOU KNOW THAT, RIGHT?” she squawks, over the sound of the wind.
You look again. She’s gone and the truck stop lights are off now, but there’s a cigarette ember burning on the pavement.