How Listening To Perverts By Ethel Cain At Midnight Got Me Feeling

@lovesdaya

i can't lie to you i loveee bad endings sometimes. what if nothing worked out. what if the characters gave into their worst instincts. what if they became worse. what if there's truly no hope left. what will they do out of desperation? who will they become as their worst selves?

"I'm going to pray for you."

ould you love me if I was a worse person who bit others

“I want to do nothing but write and dream of strawberries and cream,”

— Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Brian Cox written c. December 1961 (via violentwavesofemotion)

Amanda Donohoe

The Lair of the White Worm, 1988

You know what? I want us to be in a flower field. I want us to dance underneath the moonlight. I want us to to kiss in the rain. I want us to hold eachother while watching the sunset.

ethel cain perverts album dropping in the middle of the nosferatu revival ; god, I see what you have done for others and what you are now doing for me

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