Mother Ethel - Tumblr Posts
says he’s in love with my body, that’s why he’s fucking it up
up
up
“baby if it feels good,
then it can’t be bad”
where i can be immoral
in a strangers lap
tumblr is so cool i mean i could just post stuff like this
it’s a loop
𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒌? 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒚; 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒖𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆, 𝒊𝒕’𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒇 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒈’𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆 – 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒗𝒊𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚.
𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅’𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍; 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒖𝒎 𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆, 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒇 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅. 𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏’𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒃 – 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒌 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆, 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒕.
𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒈𝒐𝒅 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆; 𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖? 𝒈𝒐𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒔. 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒊𝒑, 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒓𝒊𝒃 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒇𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒕𝒚 – 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆, 𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒋𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 – 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔, 𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒔, 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒆; 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔, 𝒑𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔. 𝒈𝒐𝒅 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒍𝒚: ‘𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅, 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒆𝒍, 𝑰’𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖’.
𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒚, 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅; 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈, 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆; 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒔𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 – 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆. 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏. 𝑰 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅.
𝑰 𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆. 𝑰 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆. 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒎𝒆. 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒂 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆, 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒆𝒍 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔; 𝑰’𝒎 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕, 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆.
𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒕, 𝑰 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏, 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒅𝒆𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒅; 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒖𝒓𝒆, 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌. 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒆, 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏’𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒗𝒆, 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆; 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒑 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒊𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒚 𝒎𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆. 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒅, 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒈.
𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒇 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒑𝒐𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒄𝒉, 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒉 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒔, 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔. 𝒘𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆. 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒍.
𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏, 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒃𝒐𝒚; 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒔, 𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒈𝒐, 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒎𝒚 𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒂 – 𝒑𝒍𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒚. 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏’𝒕 𝑰 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕? 𝒂𝒎 𝑰 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒃, 𝒅𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌?
𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒎𝒆, 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔. 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒍 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍; 𝑰’𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆, 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 – 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅, 𝒎𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒐, 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓’𝒔 𝒈𝒂𝒛𝒆, 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒆; 𝒄𝒂𝒊𝒏’𝒔 𝒆𝒈𝒐, 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒈𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏– 𝑰 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆.
𝒈𝒐𝒅 𝒔𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆. 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏, 𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆. 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕, 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒕𝒉, 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝑰 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏; 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔, 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆.
𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔, 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒃𝒐𝒚, 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒎𝒆. 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝑰 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆? 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚, 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 – 𝑰 𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒅, 𝑰 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆.
Listening to Sun Bleached Flies isn’t enough. I need it to absorb me.
Top Seven Singers:
Ethel Cain
White Silas
Miss Anhedönia
Hayden
Atlas
Tommy
Ashmedai
Friendly reminder that this is the briliant mind behind Ptolemaea and A House in Nebraska:
Alright, uhm... she's serving way too hard in these photos.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to evaporate myself.
@expiredidealist ♡
got to see hayden and her band front row but the fUcming security took my flowers i was gonna give to her lmaooo anyways SHE ATEEEEEEE
𝑠𝚑𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑖𝑐𝑜𝑛, 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑑 𝑠𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑓𝑜𝑟
