#forgotten america

[fight0rfall]

somewhere in a dusty corner of North Dakota

[sunbegotten]

Decaying remnants of a home.

[the-gone-ton]

Ladies and gentlemen, please offer your undivided attention to the one true mall plant. All other mall plants bow to its glory. I invite you to sit in the conversation pit and take in the view 🖤

It has a plaque, but I guess someone stole it. What did you used to say, king?

[alexandraundone]

[chaoticdesertdweller]

Roanoke, Virginia

📸 Sasha Higgs

[tillman]

Can feel myself slipping back into an art deco phase lets all look at mac harshbergers art again.

[vacant2007]

[jpgmurdock]

i spent an unbelievable amount of time tier ranking the marvel characters and i have no one to share it with so im posting it here

[starlonga]

i miss missing you

[raiiny-bay]

redhead :-)

[your-local-femboy-bitch]

The King: Do you remember?

Siffrin: The 21st of Semptember.

The King: NO NO NO! *instant onset migraine* OUCH OW FUCK!

[fight0rfall]

do your eyes help you to see?

[sunbegotten]

You aren't supposed to be here.

[the-gone-ton]

Keeping pace with the last few posts about places that have since closed forever, here's a few pictures of the Chambersburg Mall that fell through the cracks and never got posted. Chambersburg was truly one of the greats; I miss it a lot.

[rosielefay]

hws headcannon

I've been thinking a lot about hws Sealand. I don't usually concern myself with the micro-nations, but I think his identity as an old ww2 sea fort and ultimately nothing more makes him a really beautifully tragic character.

A boy bred and born for war, made to die but now a self-proclaimed nation. He barely has a population, he's still ruled by the laws and legislation of Arthur, there's no future or growth for him.

So he'll stay as a boy. A violent boy: he spends his days watching war films, playing shooter games; sitting and waiting, no interest beyond his original purpose. He cares not for music or literature, a bit of a barbarian with his bare feet, uncut hair, black fingernails.

Rebellious in his eternal youthfulness, he's dirty and brutal and apathetic. But not with Arthur, oh no never to Arthur. An abandoned English military fort, as much of Arthur as he is himself, he remains completely obedient. They play chess, needlework together, he pulls the weeds Arthur points out to him.

An image of domestic bliss and paternalism. Except the boy never ages, never concerns himself with much beyond shooting badgers and chasing cats. And Arthur, as neglectful as ever, doesn't mind the messy shadow living in his house - the trail of muddy footprints, the dead animals in the garden, the occasional mug left out.

The one young nation who stays with him, who doesn't resist or retaliate - and its him. its him a thousand years ago, lonely and barbaric thing he was. it must be torture for him, for his ex-colonies, to watch the boy go so neglected and stay so young.

[chaoticdesertdweller]

📸 Kaylee Chappell