If you’ve ever listened to a track that makes you smirk at the chaos around you instead of apologizing for existing, congratulations — you’ve found your kind of poison. This
There’s a phrase I want you to hold in your skull for the next ten minutes: “Be nice.”Sounds harmless, doesn’t it? Like a warm blanket you never asked for, suffocating
“You’re not being protected. You’re being programmed.” That’s the line no one wants to admit, because deep down, you already know it’s true. Every click, every “fact-check,” every algorithm isn’t there
The office has always been a theater of control. Suits, pencil skirts, blouses, ties — they’re not just clothes, they’re costumes. But the tragedy is how most people wear them
When people hear lingerie, they think bedroom. When they hear corset, they think costume. But when you step into the gothic underground, these two elements fuse into something far more
The goth and metal scenes were never built for Instagram filters. They were forged in dive bars, rehearsal basements, and festivals that reek of piss, beer, and blood. Yet here
Elitism stinks. It’s the perfume of cowards who can’t survive without standing on someone else’s skull. It’s the rotting carcass of “I’m better than you” sprayed with Chanel hypocrisy and
Hello, my little venomous vipers! Lina here, ready to talk about something that’s been on my mind—and on my body—for a very, very long time. Forget the frills, the long
There’s a certain sound I live for. The sharp, echoing click of a stiletto heel hitting the floor. It’s not background noise — it’s a statement. When those heels stretch
They always said loyalty was sacred. They dressed it up in promises, in eye contact, in that sacred grip of flesh to flesh — the handshake. But trust was their
Toxic influencer culture is a parasite dressed in designer clothes, screaming empowerment while dripping validation-lust. It sells you “freedom” with one hand and tightens the leash with the other. From
Politeness is the ultimate weapon of mass destruction, and the world worships it like it’s a sacred anal-tradition carved into HR’s anal manual. You know the one — where you’re
Greetings, dark souls. Xavi here, emerging from the shadows to take you on a deep, immersive journey through the mystical grounds of M’era Luna 2025. This isn’t a history rewind—we’ve
You could almost hear the Wacken Open Air 2025 crowd whispering prayers as that storm rolled in—only to have us scream defiance in reply. That’s what this year was: not
Let’s rip the band-aid off right away. The phrase Anal Tradition sounds absurd, doesn’t it? That’s the point. It’s supposed to crawl under your skin, poke your brain, and make
Power. Everyone claims they want it, but few understand what it really is. In today’s corporate world, we see endless parades of self-appointed “powerful” figures — women who weaponize victimhood
I’m going to start this with a confession: every time someone posts a photo of a “goth outfit with corset” on Instagram and thinks it’s groundbreaking, I laugh so hard
Mainstream metal is a fucking corpse on life support. A hollowed‑out skeleton of what once bled, roared, and terrified parents into thinking their kids were on the fast track to