the preacher’s house up on the hill
Flintville, Tennessee
i blog from here
“@daddydomcallmesir just followed you”
i’m gonna kill myself in front of you so it changes the whole trajectory of your life
it’s not the hunger revealing
nor the ricochet in the cave
nor the hand that is healing
nor the nameless grave
blue is the collar of the shirt of the man i love
time is a flat circle
well, I, for instance, shot an angel with my father’s rifle
𝔡𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔯𝔬𝔬𝔱𝔰
“u got snap?” i have an adress where u can send me flowers and love letters u mf act like a real grown man.
and it's not because of you that i turned out so dangerous
only god knows
only god would believe
that i was an angel
but they made me leave
Good men die too, oh, I’d rather be with you, you , you
palms start to sweat, by the way i'm grippin' my nine
Ethel Cain summer
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Religious signs in the middle of nowhere, decaying barns in the countryside, old bicycles on the side of the road, half empty Coke cans on an antique kitchen table, waking in giant fields, exploring abandoned houses at night, driving past old chapels, scraping knees climbing trees, cigarettes on the side of the road
౨ৎ‧₊˚ they'll message you after a post talking about how sad and ill you are too?? can they just be normal 🙏