i am punished by love... i loved an angel and it made me weak
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volihe
of course you feel too much, you are universe of exploding stars.
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womanofdarkdesires_photoart ~ 𝔗𝔥𝔢 ℜ𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔊𝔫𝔬𝔰𝔦𝔰
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mothercain
scottbarleyfilm
A Ladder on Vimeo
“Secret ladder. Borne from firmament. Stone, atonal waters. Chorus of silent hands. A vanishing act. Night is burning. Night is burning white. Flesh, a white fire. Avian. Given. Secret ladder. Mirror, become mirror.”

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mothercain
Ethel Cain ~ Sun Bleached Flies
Ethel United Methodist Church ~ Ethel , Louisiana
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the._undying
I feel you whispering through the cracks of my mind.
Are you just a feeling... or are you a shadow watching back?
Never knew fear could feel so alive.
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intotheshadowsstories
The Descent "I saw things you couldn't imagine, horrible things, unspeakable things of evil and cruelty. You said I was only gone for a few seconds but it felt like an eternity. It was thousands of years, lifetimes upon lifetimes. It was unending, we were unable to die, there was no respite from the torture."
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mothercain ~ The Willoughby Tucker Forever Tour 2025
Audio ~ Ethel Cain ~ Dust Bowl
Edited ~ @canadiandogteeth
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lauramakabresku
This is the tale of a soul keeping vigil beneath the cross where God suffers. In its hands, a white bowl cradles every crimson drop falling from His wounds. And with those sacred drops, it sprinkles other souls, the weary earth, the slumbering world. Do you see what happens then? Even where all has long since perished, where a thick shroud of snow lies heavy — life stirs, awakens, and blooms anew.
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darkgloomyart ~ Soaring, circa 1950. Painted by Andrew Wyeth
This hauntingly majestic painting captures a group of vultures gliding over an expansive, desolate landscape. Rendered in muted earth tones with stark detail, the birds dominate the composition, their powerful wings stretched wide as they float above a distant farmhouse. The scene evokes a profound sense of solitude, mortality, and quiet observation, reflecting Wyeth’s deep connection to the American countryside and his ability to find poetry in the starkness of rural life.
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