#ethel cain

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sunbleachedflyinnebraska
sunbleachedflyinnebraska

Tornado is ‘bout to happen, hope I don’t get Willoughby-ed

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ssug4rdoll
ssug4rdoll

Crush

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sunbleachedflyinnebraska
sunbleachedflyinnebraska

Today is the ides of march (March 15) AKA the day Julius Caesar was killed

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nettlesposts
nettlesposts

Farmers (grand) daughter

If we were all kinder to one another the world would be a much better place

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sunbleachedflyinnebraska
sunbleachedflyinnebraska

I need me a Willoughby Tucker 💔

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cryinggduringsexxwithyou
cryinggduringsexxwithyou

someone draw lesbyler as ethel cain and willoughby tucker or else Im going to have to do it.

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springsnowsposts
springsnowsposts

thinking about Willoughby and Ethel rn

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my-back-hurts-sos
my-back-hurts-sos

Remembering the time I told a mutual I liked gibson girl by ethel cain and she responded with “you’re a slut huh?” And well.. yeah :(

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oscillateobsolete
oscillateobsolete

ethel cain for the face magazine.



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nhilikescats
nhilikescats

holy reference

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reb7rth
reb7rth

— March 16th


I keep thinking about religion and God,

I took off the icons of Saints of my walls. They’ve been hanging there ever since I gained consciousness. The walls felt bare, and I felt guilt and doubt creeping in.

I know that my mother will be upset.

I left religion a while ago. I don’t think I ever believed, not truly. Yet, I still feel guilty. It haunts me.

God, haunts me. I think He always will.

I often can’t help but wonder if He is actually there. Watching. Gloating. He must think us to be fools. His creation, what a shame.

Maybe I’ve been wrong this whole time. Somehow, Him being real is worse. That means He’s cruel, no better than the man He created.

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northernseaweed
northernseaweed
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arthmizu
arthmizu

ive had waco, texas on repeat for three hours now i feel my third eye opening

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xiii-judecca
xiii-judecca

The ground and lakes turned to ice; all organisms condemned.

And the Spirit of God could not be felt.

Devoid of life, yet death none did reach.


God will not protect you here.

No one will.

- Passage through the Light of Lucifer. 001

<writing by me, photo by me>

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breeeefike
breeeefike
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homecomiing
homecomiing

yuuji is my willoughby

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ulixneriadne
ulixneriadne

The way the ending of Sun Bleached Flies melds so perfectly into the beginning of Waco, Texas, except for Waco being synthed and distorted

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icantthinkofanythinggg
icantthinkofanythinggg
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dreamingofspringnow
dreamingofspringnow

fuck me eyes, ethel cain

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p1pe-dr3ams
p1pe-dr3ams

convinced mike wheeler ghost wrote the golden age EP .. like is mike ethel cain???