#building objectum

[objectappreciator]

@funnier-when-objectum

I love small town grindr. Looking for fun at the haunted abandoned building

[objectappreciator]

kind of a milf, reblog

[sillyfellerr7]

hey. Abandoned sentient gas station thats obsessed with the person that finds them after decades and becomes unhealthily attached to them btw.

[pigswithwings]

catering 2 building objectums today

[mad0katsuki]

This is a pic I took like in 2022…

It’s a big building in Monterrey, i like it sm, even if i never entered there and I’m commonly scared of really big buildings lol

[scpwiki-official]

what if a house was full of love AND rage huh?

wake / neglected space / scp 4231 / anatomy (transcript)

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[kissingmyfloorboards]

I do sorta find an attractiveness in all buildings but more in just wanting to appreciate their beauty and hard work. But i dont see many people talking about specifically being attracted to homes. Your home/house/apartment specifically.

Ive had my weirdo awakening because of the game Date Everything. I do not believe there is a general House character but its genuinly serious discussion of thing theory (something objectums should 100% look up it was very cool to read about) made me think of things very differently. Ive always sort of joke about feeling like im breaking up with someone every time i move but i never really dug into that thought. Until this game encouraged me to look into my relationship with nearly every object.

Ive moved far too many times in my life from reasons of unstable parents to bad living environments. I actively avoid getting any sort of attatched to a place. I fight like a scared dog of that feeling of "home" or any sort of comforting safe space. Because apart of me knows i will likely leave soon. That i have not found the "one" if you want to word it like that. But when I leave. I feel it. Like its reaching out to me to ask if it did its job. I hope it listens to look i give. It listens to my ritual i do in my final hour there. How i take of my shoes and feel the bare floorboards un burdened by furniture. I draw my fingers along the vacant walls now left with a few more marks from my decor. How i stand in every room. Im saying you were perfect. Im saying im sorry i was so scared of you when i had you. But we can touch one last time. I can put on music and dance inside you one last time. Hear my voice echo in the system of walls laid before me. I lay on the floor and look at the ceiling to let it behold me one last time. Gentle fingers of mine flicking every light off slowly as I make my last few steps like im kissing it goodbye. How i clean every house better than it was handed to me. You deserve a beautiful start with whoever holds you next darling

I do not know if every house is different. Maybe they are the same just like i am when i move. Or just like me, it feels shattered with every new location. Forced to become something new. But there is a similar yearning upon first moving in. Two new souls meeting in a barren new start. All my past boxed up and all of its past taken to another place. Im so scared of your vunerable empty halls. I cant help but think of how much it will see of me. My house will hold me as i cry or as i moan or as i hide. It will carry me as i dance and amplify me as i sing. You are so new yet familar

I never really asked myself what that ritual of barefoot examination meant really. It was just all i could do. I needed to say goodbye. I couldnt understand how others could leave a place without taking it in one last time. One last encounter to remember our time together. And the more i thought about it the more it felt similar to eroticism. Or if not sexual, a deep longing love that is always prepared to move on despite the obession. How my head feels light when my barefeet press to the wooden floor. How my fingers twirl on grooves of paint like im trying to please it. To reward it for always being around me even when I refused to connect to it. But in the end i can. In the end we can sway together till i must leave.

The point of this ramble is just to say. I thought this sort of thought process would make moving worse. Make it harder to leave. But really it dosent feel much different other than me understanding it more. But it does make it easier to connect. To accept comfort from it even if i will leave it one day. Its like my homes have taught me without words: love is immortal even though I-and my placement- are not. I cannot disconnect out of fear i have other places to go. Not even if i wanted to.

So to my place i will be moving out of. I cant wait till the final dance we have. You've always tried your best despite the complex refusing to take care of you. And to my future home. Im excited to meet you. And i will try to let you in before the last few days. May we dance together before any boxes touch you. I want to be the first

[upwardsdescensum]

I'm gonna need the objectum girls to listen to this playlist ASAP

or else

[object-yaoi]

thinking about houses. as in a house is your roommate and has seen you in your most vulnerable.

this can either be very soft and cute or it can be your house (your weird roommate/partner) has seen you crying in your bedroom at 4am about a book or a tv show.

they've seen you shamble out of bed like a goblin to eat shredded cheese out of the fridge (your fridge is probably also concerned about this).

your house has seen you desperately scramble to find your keys, and just to be mischievous, hid them in a cabinet or shelf.

maybe your house will make scary creaking sounds when youre watching a horror movie. or maybe they'll be extra quiet or turn on the lights so you don't get startled.

many thoughts about houses as partners. hmmm

[objectappreciator]

Been passing by this thing on my way to class lately, it feels like if a pitcher plant evolved to eat people in an urban environment

[puppy-bird]

When you neuro-diverge a little too close to the sun, start sexualizing your special interest, and end up searching for nonexistent porn 💀

[monopinkbunny]

It's a shame that I can't find any Agamatophilia and Architecturephilia flags 😔

[jamnesielle]

i love you abandoned theatres!!! i love you moldy carpet i love you shaggy red curtains i love you dirty crumbling seats i love you colorful lights hanging on by threads!!! can still hear the laughter of your patrons as i walk between the aisles. dont give up yet.

[objectappreciation]

thinking about cathedrals and their ribs....

[scpwiki-official]

Selfship stimboard .:3

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[firemothh]

at a library and oh my god!!! she has an exposed roof and it's so fucking hot hello I can see all the concrete and airducts!!! he is so incredibly beautiful to me