devilinlittlehope

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I'll never get enough of ethel cain @mothercain

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why does he do that

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Is he a scary man covered in blood? Or is he my baby girl? Spot the difference

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daryl doodles <3

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she ethel on my cain til it happens to me

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sun bleached flies - ethel cain

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cool girl

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House Of 1000 Corpses (2003)

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alright..... time to finish the b-sides

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Perverts is officially out. Thank you so much to Matthew Tomasi for his drums on Vacillator (and the boom on Amber Waves), Angel Diaz for the lapsteel and baritone guitar on Punish that makes my world go round, the upright bass on Onanist, and that lapsteel and e-piano also on Amber Waves, Madeline Johnston for her heavenly metal on Amber Waves (a track she served as an intense inspiration for), and Bryan De Leon for his acoustic stylings on Etienne. Y’all make my world go round.

I’d also like to think the natural drone music that exists everywhere in this world, in transformer boxes and powerlines on the side of the highway, in the radio static of an empty AM frequency, in the fan of my computer as my Ableton project files overloaded the CPU, and in the distant roar of the interstate on the other side of my favorite field. I love you, sound, you have always been there for me.

Thank you for listening, I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I lo

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Hey if you're a fan of Hysteria! on Peacock please like or reblog this so I can find more of you. I just finished the show last night and it has me in a fucking chokehold.

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ever since i was a little girl i knew i wanted to go missing

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HOUSE OF 1000 CORPSES rob zombie, 2003

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Mama never said I love you, but you felt it. You felt it like Jesus, even if it was hard to believe in him. She never hugged you or kissed you. Never tucked you in or gave you comfort. She’d hit and scratch and bite and lock you in dark, cold places crawling with spiders. But you felt her love. You felt what she sacrificed for you every day. It was a tugging in your gut, a roiling sickness and warmth that bubbled up. A festering rot that spread. It felt like when you ate too much candy, but instead of stopping, you just kept going, hoping it would all be worth it, hoping the toffee sweetness would overpower the taste of your own sick. Gorging yourself over and over, hoping that maybe it would be different this time. Maybe it would feel good.

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you know you’re deranged when you actively want to shift to the texas chainsaw massacre universe

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He grabbed my wrist. He pressed his thumb to my vein and I felt my heartbeat skip and stutter. It reminded me of when I found a baby mouse in the corner of my kitchen. I scooped it up and felt its heart give out beneath my palm. Just a few erratic beats and its warm, wriggling body went still and cold. Even then, I knew I couldn’t save even the smallest creatures.

If I left the mouse alone, it would have died anyway. My father would have beaten it to a pulp with a broom. Better to die in the loving hands of someone so desperate to help you. Better to die whole, intact. Not in pieces like Harold.