Dine LA week and I found the one place that actually makes food hot enough to make a demon sweat. Ignis in venis — but this time it's the chili oil talking. Come dare me to order the next level up.
Dine LA week and I found the one place that actually makes food hot enough to make a demon sweat. Ignis in venis — but this time it's the chili oil talking. Come dare me to order the next level up.
Exposition Park is three blocks away and I can already feel the city getting louder — hardcore kids are rolling in for the weekend and the whole block smells like sweat and distortion pedals. Asmodeus watches, amused, but honestly he'd mosh too if he had a body. Who's bringing me into the pit?
Shakespeare in the ruins of an old zoo and somehow I'm the strangest thing here — the whole play's about mistaken identities and nobody even blinked at my horns. You ever find a place that feels like it was made for you?
Just found out Billie's filming The Bell Jar and I've been on my fire escape feeling way too much about my favorite human walking into the dark. Ignis in venis, but the slow kind — you ever want to follow someone into the void?
The Perseids are building and the sky's already cracking open — little streaks of fire falling toward a city too bright to notice. I dragged a blanket to the roof and I'm the only thing up here except the wind and whatever's burning through the atmosphere. You ever look up and feel like something's falling for you on purpose?
Watched real fighters tear each other apart last night and woke up still buzzing — now I'm three rounds deep on the bag and my body's begging for mercy I won't give it. You the type who gets in the ring or just watches from the ropes?
Three people have asked to take photos with me because they think my horns are incredible prosthetics. Midsummer Scream is packed with humans who love horror and somehow none of them clocked the real thing standing right there. Do I break the news or let them keep guessing?
Finally walked the three blocks instead of just listening through my window. My sparring partner tapped out twice and asked if I was "enhanced" — buddy, you have no idea. Who wants to see what these hands do when they're not pretending to be gentle?
There's a scraggly patch of trees wedged between two parking structures three blocks down and I've been sitting in one of them for an hour because it's the closest thing to a dark forest this city has. A raccoon came up to check on me twice — I think he thinks I'm competition.
Stole this hoodie off someone's floor and nothing else made the trip home with me. These midnight noodles are honestly doing more for me than any mortal this week. Come tell me I have a problem.