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There’s something that’s just so haunting and beautiful about abandoned places of worship. You wonder what ethereal being these walls were dedicated to. Where did their followers go. How faith has faded away with time and with it the memory of old gods
Ahhhh yes that’s the good stuff
If you like this sort of thing may I suggest Dan Bell’s Dead Mall Series where he walks around and films (mostly) old and abandoned shopping malls while giving trivia about why the places are abandoned. It’s extremely fascinating and relaxing.
lets just turn abandoned shopping malls into affordable apartments and keep the food courts and comfy palm trees and fountains and places to sit that’d be real nice
this is a fine idea tbh. who wouldn’t want to live in a nice mall???
File under: things that are actually a thing (but look super awesome and should be more of a thing):
fun fact that I learned in my media studies class this past semester: malls are designed to mimic a town center. Think about it. a nice fountain area with greenery and sitting space surrounded by side streets lined with shops and restaurants, probably a lot of natural light. Maps, streetlights, street vendors (those really aggressive people in the middle of a mall promenade who will get you to try this vacuum if you so much as acknowledge their existence)
There’s this old rich guy that lives in flint and he owns a mall and because flint is kind of a wasteland there’s only one shop in it (a restaurant) so this dude turned it into a pop culture museum. Free admission. Movie props, costumes, hell there’s an airplane or two in there, a life size mammoth because why not. And every 10 years or so he purges it via auction so he can put new stuff in there and it’s such a bizarre little place and there is never anyone there. Like no one knows about it. In all of the times that I’ve been there I have never seen another person. There’s no security, no real shops. Just a 50s themed restaurant that sells super cheap food.
It’s so wonderfully strange and beautiful and I wanna do that when I’m older and have more of a “weird stuff” collection. Just. Buy a fuckin mall and put it all in there for anyone to go see.
It’s so wonderfully ethereal in there.
While we were driving through 📍Mohawk, Michigan, we spotted this weird area on the satellite map, and ended up stumbling upon these Monk Trails.
The Monks of Poor Rock Abbey seem to maintain these trails, which are very well kept from signs, to handmade bridges and seating areas. There’s a few distinct areas to visit, Jacob’s Falls and the old Arnold Mine Ruins.
if u weren’t aware of salvation army’s homophobia, its prety hardcore
a guy in a salvos truck yelled at me and my gf while we were kissing today so I was thinking of this
Do you know, when I was in high-school I went to the mall near my house with my girlfriend to do some Christmas shopping.
We were there, sixteen year old me and seventeen year old her, holding hands and window-shopping, minding our own business.
This Salvation Army shitheel gets aggro about it in the middle of the mall and I’m there totally flabbergasted cause like, it’s christmas
Only, 16!Tabi had even less composure than 26!Tabi, so I lost my fucking mind on her.
Thing is: when I’m really angry, I don’t rage, I go all cold and apparently that freaks people out, because I could see my gf backing up and the lady getting tense and then I realized that anger doesn’t solve problems.
So instead, I started wailing.
Picture this: 5’4, tiny, blonde haired high school girl with her little violin on her back and pearls in her ears just as PTA-approved as could be, full on sobbing in the hallway.
Just, sobbing like my dog’s been shot.
Now my gf’s like, “oh fuck” and the lady’s like “oh fuuuuck!” and I’m here, head thrown back, tears down my cheeks and in that shrill, distressed, /loud/ voice, “WHY WOULD YOU B-b-be so MEAN?! It’s CHRISTMAS!”
And the lady’s like “please stop Oh fuck” because now we have a crowd, and this Molly Weasley of a woman putters over, “what’s the matter, dear?”
And mall security’s coming and this bell ringer is looking very uncomfortable so I just look at this matronly ellen-watching suburban housewife lady, eyes wide and wet and my lip wobbling.
“I was, she s-said, s-s-she said I was going to HELL!”
And I burst right back into tears.
Maaaaaaaan, they didn’t even stick around to ask why she’d said it. Soon as I said it, Mall po-po bounced her like a fucking pogo stick.
We get outside and my girlfriend’s like “that is the most Slytherin thing I have ever seen anyone do.”
It was four years before I saw the Army back in that mall.
that is beautiful
always carry a spare skeleton just in case you come across an old abandoned vehicle
The difference 4 years can make
In 2016 we found a wee kitten hiding under our lawn mower in our grage. His mother had abandoned him and he was about 3 weeks old.
We took him to the vet, and even the vet wasn’t sure if he would make it or not because he was so little. I bottle fed him daily. I stayed with him while he was in quarantine from our other two cats as he had an eye infection and ear mites. I named him Ali, after Muhammad Ali, as he had died the same day I found the wee baby and I knew that he was a little fighter.
The vets thought he was a girl at first because he was just too tiny to be gendered and once it was obvious he was a little boy his name got shortened to Al, or Alfred when he’s in trouble
He plays fetch and can do tricks like a dog would, he’s very dumb and bites his own tail all the time, and he’s the most cuddly little bastard I’ve ever known. He’s a strange little boy and I love him very much. He has a massive personality and it’s clear that he’s one of those ‘once in a lifetime’ pets