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.