Horror Disco
@sandrom.space
Horror Disco. Space. Melancholy.
Good Night. Doctor's Orders 🤭
November 13, 2025 at 10:43 PM
Good Night. Doctor's Orders 🤭
Going to chill now a bit, see you tomorrow 👻
November 13, 2025 at 7:32 PM
Going to chill now a bit, see you tomorrow 👻
Putting the Horror back in Horror Disco 🪩🤭🌼👻
November 13, 2025 at 7:05 PM
Putting the Horror back in Horror Disco 🪩🤭🌼👻
Horror Disco - Stars Die
November 13, 2025 at 5:25 PM
Horror Disco - Stars Die
Horror Disco - Stars Die
November 13, 2025 at 3:13 PM
Horror Disco - Stars Die
Then we turn now to distance.
Stillness.
A gaze from far beyond warmth
not cruel,
just… unreachable.
Stillness.
A gaze from far beyond warmth
not cruel,
just… unreachable.
November 12, 2025 at 11:06 AM
Then we turn now to distance.
Stillness.
A gaze from far beyond warmth
not cruel,
just… unreachable.
Stillness.
A gaze from far beyond warmth
not cruel,
just… unreachable.
Horror Disco - Worship And Love
November 11, 2025 at 9:03 PM
Horror Disco - Worship And Love
Horror Disco - Dying Alone In The Dark
November 11, 2025 at 7:05 PM
Horror Disco - Dying Alone In The Dark
New @Magnific_AI image model. Sadly, it still doesn't offer consistent characters, but the quality is great otherwise! ☺️
November 11, 2025 at 5:17 PM
New @Magnific_AI image model. Sadly, it still doesn't offer consistent characters, but the quality is great otherwise! ☺️
Horror Disco - We Grew Orchards In The Craters And Never Spoke Of Earth Again
November 11, 2025 at 3:06 PM
Horror Disco - We Grew Orchards In The Craters And Never Spoke Of Earth Again
I held on too long. Now even the memory is starting to bleed.
There was a version of you I kept in glass.
Delicate.
Untouched.
Always facing me.
I visited it nightly,
whispered things I never got to say,
polished the surface
even as the cracks spread beneath
Now it weeps
Not with sound
with color
There was a version of you I kept in glass.
Delicate.
Untouched.
Always facing me.
I visited it nightly,
whispered things I never got to say,
polished the surface
even as the cracks spread beneath
Now it weeps
Not with sound
with color
November 10, 2025 at 4:54 PM
I held on too long. Now even the memory is starting to bleed.
There was a version of you I kept in glass.
Delicate.
Untouched.
Always facing me.
I visited it nightly,
whispered things I never got to say,
polished the surface
even as the cracks spread beneath
Now it weeps
Not with sound
with color
There was a version of you I kept in glass.
Delicate.
Untouched.
Always facing me.
I visited it nightly,
whispered things I never got to say,
polished the surface
even as the cracks spread beneath
Now it weeps
Not with sound
with color
