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chipsy · 2 days

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I think the weirdest thing is when you stop talking to someone and you still have all this leftover information about them. Like you still know their favorite song. You know their siblings names. You remember their favorite ice cream flavor and their weird dreams they told you about at 2 am. You know their dog's name and their favorite tv shows. You learned all these details about them and now they're gone. It's just weird.

#personal #relatable #weird #spilled words #spilled thoughts #feelings #emotions #strangers #unsaid thoughts #thoughtful #words #chipsy #life quotes

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mikefrawley · 3 days

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Until We Meet Again

Do I love you of course I do how could I not lifetimes shared within endlessly everchanging stories now I am ancient, fading and soon I must leave yet not one single tear should kiss your cheek for I, and our love will be patiently waiting until we meet again as soulmates, lovers strangers and friends in yet another time on the other side

#poetry #love #lifetimes #tear #kiss #strangers #lovers #soulmates #friends #rebirth #time #Buddhist #the other side #Until We Meet Again

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hope-ur-ok · 8 months

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this definitely isn't a link with all of the guts bonus tracks

#i said i wasn't gonna post it but i changed my mind #olivia rodrigo #guts #girl i've always been #strangers #obsessed #scared of my guitar

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aipenrose · 9 months

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purchased a new art program and drew mother ♡ @mothercain

#ethel cain fanart #ethelcain #ethelcainfanart #ethel cain art #ethel cain #strangers #ahouseinnabraska #procreate

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yelloowcars · 17 days

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STRANGERS, HALSEY.

Lottie Matthews & Natalie Scatorccio.

U guyssss, it's a wrap for this Halsey Lottienat coded section, hope u enjoyed :)

#yellowjackets #natalie scatorccio #lottie matthews #antler queen #yellowjackets s1 #yellowjackets nat #lottie yellowjackets #showtime #lottienat #Lottienat edits #lottienat fanart #editing #graphic design #posters #halsey #strangers #halsey lottienat coded

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goneandgoneandgonee · 1 year

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why didn't you make me good enough so that you could've loved me?

[ strangers - ethel cain / the kiss of judas - ludovico carracci / judas hangs himself - james tissot ]

#ethel cain #strangers #the kiss of judas #ludovico carracci #judas hangs himself #james tissot #judas iscariot #jesus #religious trauma #ex christian

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galina · 7 months

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An autumn Sunday in East London: cobble stones and terraces—the air is grey but warm, muggy—the flower market heaving with beautiful people in their shiny shoes, long coats, sweater vests, tiny dogs—calla lilies in hoards—a band and a tap dancer perform outside the pub which is just opening its doors—cyclists lazily skirt round corners past people with no plans, who are hanging around outside the café waiting for a coffee, sharing a cigarette, a bit of quiet conversation, perfect people-watching

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bambalina777 · 13 days

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⋆｡˚୨ Stevie Nicks ୧˚｡⋆

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sweetmorninglamb · 1 year

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love & hunger

1. caitlin conlon x 2. ellen o’connell whittet, what you become in flight 3. unknown 4. ethel cain, strangers 5. @weaksorry x 6. hilma af kint, no. 4 7. unknown 8. anna green, the heart rate of a mouse 9. sotce 10. unknown

#web weaving #webweaving #parallelism #words #parallels #webweave #on love #caitlin conlon #ethel cain #strangers #preachers daughter #throam #the heart rate of a mouse #sorry for throam posting on main #on hunger #hilma af klint

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liquidlightandrunningtrees · 7 months

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Romantic obsession is my first language. I live in a world of fantasies, infatuation and love poems. Sometimes I wonder if the yearning I’ve felt for others was more of a yearning for yearning itself. I’ve pined insatiably and repeatedly: for strangers, new lovers, unrequited flames. While the subjects changed, that feeling always remained. Perhaps, then, I have not been so infatuated with the people themselves, but with the act of longing.

Melissa Broder, Life without Longing

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jujoobedoodling · 26 days

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Copycat.

Any excuse to draw something really gay!!! A loose interpretation of the prompt but I will die on this hill. Images come with the equivalent of author's notes.

#world of warcraft #sylvaina #sylvanas windrunner #jaina proudmoore #minifemslashfeb2024 #mine #strangers #yay indulgent gay hair braiding #and a lot...a lot of colouring experimentation...#anyways sylv is like 182329 different shades but it's all g #i wasnt gonna do the extras but i did

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lesbianjudasiscariot · 1 year

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Kiss Of Judas (Detail) - Giotto / Strangers - Ethel Cain

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aseaofquotes · 2 months

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Thomas Mann, Death in Venice

#Thomas Mann #Death in Venice #strangers #disquiet #curiosity #recognition #yearning #respect

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userparamore · 2 years

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i just wanted to be yours, can I be yours?

ETHEL CAIN - STRANGERS (@mothercain)

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haddonfieldwhore · 1 month

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strangers - bo sinclair

bo sinclair x fem!reader

summary: bo has a very rare moment of humanity

warnings: implied smut, reader is bo’s captive, stockholm syndrome, blood

word count: 0.7k

loosely inspired by this song

the busted spring of the mattress poked into bo’s back as he rolled over in bed, trying to get away from the rays of sunlight creeping through the cracks in the curtain. he tried to go back to sleep but the light refused to let him, and he surrendered, sitting upright and leaning his back against the wall behind the bed. he rubbed his eyes as they adjusted to the light, before he looked over to your side of the bed at you still sleeping form. the sheets were the only thing covering you, draped lazily over your side as you lay turned away from him, your only movement being each breath you took.

he traced the bruises and indentations left behind by his teeth, leaving a trail down the side of your neck and across you shoulder. you stirred slightly, rolling over to face him but remained asleep, giving bo the chance to admire every detail of your face. your lips were bruised from his harsh kisses, dried blood caked to your mouth, and dark circles under your eyes. you’d only been in ambrose 6 months, but it had aged you nearly two years. not that you could remember how long it had been anymore.

but still, bo couldn’t help but think how young you looked; innocent. he knew you weren’t - at least not anymore. no, he had taken that from you. you were hardly the same person you were when you’d arrived in town, just asking for help with your car. all alone. a pretty young thing like you didn’t stand a chance. not for a second.

it hadn’t taken long for bo to decide he was going to keep you. after that it wasn’t long before he convinced you that you wanted to stay; that it was your idea, even. once he knew you wouldn’t try to escape (not that you could’ve if you tried) he let you stay at the house with him instead of the basement.

they were both prisons. one just had a bed.

bo thought back to that first day, that first week, that first time you didn’t flinch at his touch. the first time you smiled at the sight of him. it was over; you were his.

even if you could’ve gotten away, it was too late. you were his. he owned you.

it didn’t matter if you had a family back home, looking for you. your missing poster had started to tear from the bulletin board at the grocery store in your home town; your mother would replace it. it didn’t matter. no one would find you. the person you were was gone. a ghost, though you were still alive.

something twisted in his stomach, a strange feeling; something he didn’t recognize, like he’d eaten something off and felt sick. but it was something else entirely.

guilt.

bo sinclair, for the first time in his life, felt a shred of guilt. it lingered for only a second, disappearing as quickly as it had materialized, as your eyes fluttered open and you smiled at him. your hands reached for him immediately, and bo pulled you into his lap, letting you curl into his chest. still half asleep, you peppered kisses along the underside of his jaw before nuzzling into his neck, nearly drifting off again. see? you were happy. he decided there was nothing for him to feel guilty about.

“mornin, darling.”

“good morning, bo,” you mumbled happily. anyone who saw this scene would think the two of you were in love. he’d rewired your brain so good you thought so too.

“go back to sleep baby. you did good last night.”

last night. you lost track of him many times he’d been buried between your legs last night, barely able to string together a cohesive thought by the time he was done with you, tears streaming down your face from it all being too much.

“i did good?” you hummed, and he nodded, kissing the top of your head.

“you did so good, sweetheart. now go back to sleep,” he cooed. you mumbled incoherently as you let yourself fall asleep in his arms. “that’s my girl.”

“…yours,” you mumbled before you were asleep again. he smiled.

“mine.”

#“am i making you feel sick?#strangers #bo sinclair x reader #ethel cain #bo sinclair imagine #bo sinclair #house of wax imagine #bo sinclair fic #house of wax 2005 #house of wax #house of wax fic

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daughterofcainnnn · 3 months

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am i making you feel sick?

#hayden anhedönia #ethelcain #preachers daughter #southern gothic #southern gothic aesthetic #abandoned house #abandonedcore #sad song #strangers #loneliest #there is absolutely nothing lonelier #god loves you but not enough to save you #sun bleached flies

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