#ghostdaughter

[ghostdaughterr]

any amount helps. i’m hoping to have at least one or two songs finished soon to start rolling out. lots of real life issues including financial insecurity and general safety concerns have taken precedent lately.

love you bunches

-naomi

not to be that girl but if there was any day to support your fave 🏳️‍⚧️ artists it would be today……….

bandcamp + patreon are the most direct forms of support but streaming is good too

[amysafehaven]

this is my favorite song of all time

[nopanfakemix2]

Not first time sharing this but this song is goooood please listen

[panopticonatthedisco]

new obsession, feel it deep in my bones

[2tahstatepark]

original by Margot & The Nuclear So and So's

[percentstardust]

moved from here | @ghostdaughter

She wants to pick at the skin between her fingers as she listens to Lily talk. Her friend was right. Her arms wrap around her legs as she rests her chin on her knees. She goes through all of the good things that have happened for her lately. Her relationship with Tara is on the mend. She found a decently priced place in town. She's sober. She's got a correct diagnosis.

"I got a job, but, not the one I wanted. It's still something. I start working at the movie theater this Monday." It was better than working at a bowling alley. "I think next I'm going to try and get into an online college or something."

[pigswithwings]

listen to ghostdaughter no one has died

[ace-and-ink]

i wake up late again

and the sunlight doesn’t scare me. i lurch

from my bed not because i don’t feel safe,

but because the safety of its grasp never left me.

i step outside and my mother’s still painting

in her sun-flooded office. she smells of summertime candles

and not sickness. she smiles and behind the glare i can still see

her face. later, she’ll be with me in the kitchen.

everything will be covered in flour instead of ash

and we’ll make memories, not medicine,

write recipes, not records. the sky will stay blue.

she’ll never see that nauseous yellow hue.

my childhood dog watches me write

from the chair he stole from infant me.

he stares and he licks his paws

and his scraggly ear fur is damp from his water bowl.

he went straight to it after he dragged his sweater out

of the bin. later, i can say his name and he won’t follow.

he won’t come back to me because he has the perfect view

of the sidewalk from the office. he won’t follow but he’ll bark

and bark and bark like he’s performing his speech

and that is all.

i think i may have told her. i think i told her

in her closet that night. i told her

that “i love you” isn’t strong enough. i told her

she’ll probably hate me but i mean it

more than it means. the name in my phone tells me

she smiled. she smiled and said that it’s alright.

she said that it was alright and she leaned in.

she leaned in and she covered me like she does

and we kissed like we had in my dreams, the dreams

that i hated. we never let go that night,

we never let ourselves get severed. it felt right

to be held so tight.

our grade school days are too far gone,

but he calls. he calls and says

“i hear you’re back in town, too.” he says

“do you want to go play?” we’re in his car

and he smokes because he can. he’s got good lungs,

why wouldn’t he want to test them? we drive

to the beach but we don’t see the sea. his skin’s not pale

anymore; we see it all the time, we don’t need to.

we sit in his car and he tells me that we all get sick,

but children don’t die from it. children don’t die,

that’s not fair to them.

the best worst part

would mean that i don’t know her

like i do now because her mother loves her.

her mother loves her and she doesn’t have to scream.

we never have to sit on the curb

while the winter sun falls slower than our spirits

do. we never have to hide under the bleachers

because the sun kills her eyes now.

we never have to flee from the midnight altar

with the bells drowning out our brains.

i never have to find a still body in her bathroom

or toss the cold coffee cup with all the mocha settled

at the bottom from her desk. the snow wouldn’t hurt

to see anymore. she doesn’t have to know me here.

she doesn’t know me.

my father gets his son. after all,

the third time’s the charm. after all this time,

he gets his son. something like that, at least.

at least, he doesn’t mind his notdaughterson.

i come home from school and he holds my hand

at the dinner table. he holds my hands and he asks

when we put a mirror in here. he loves his somethingson

without gritted teeth. he welcomes their wife

with sober, open arms. and this family functions

in this world where no one has died

— bittersweet manhattan

[milleroptimism]

Biting back giggles, Sarah proceeds to stand there watching Lily do her thing. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what the idea is, right? Right! Still--- the brunette likes making things more complicated than they need to be when she's feeling silly. And she's feeling kinda silly today! "Is your idea..... going to a job fair?"

"Do you trust me?" Lily asked, her voice far too chipper and excited for how early in the morning it was, "because I have an idea and I think you're going to LOVE IT."

It was clear she was packing her car up-- floaties, sunscreen, towels-- she definitely had something in mind.

@unbearablyindifferent

[cipheramnesia]

i started listening to ghostdaughter after reading your post about "a place where no one has died" my goodness but your description was 100% accurate. music that makes you sit down right on the floor and stare into middle distance waiting for your emotions to catch up with you. thanks for the rec, I love this music so much

There are few other musicians who induced in me such an immediate and overwhelming emotional reaction, like all the lyrics came into sharp focus and I had tears streaming down my face. So I like her stuff a lot. I hope we see lots more and that more people give her a listen.

[ghostdaughterr]

“all my secrets”

5 song EP by ghostdaughter

december 20th 2024

presave here

This EP, "all my secrets" (title taken from the first track) is the true beginning of what ghostdaughter is all about: deeply vulnerable reflections on what it means to be transgender, what it means to be a woman, what it means to be from the American South, and what it means to be alive in 2024 in the wake of all the traumas of our communities and families.

[pint-o-beans]

ghostdaughter is I think infusing whiskey into the music because Jesus Christ

[thatone-churro]

AND THE WALLS ARE ASBESTOS

AND NO ONE HAS DIED

AND THE WATER’S STILL POISON

BUT NO ONE HAS DIED

AND THE KIDS ALL HAVE CANCER

BUT NO ONE HAS DIED

AND MY BODY’S A TARGET

BUT NO ONE HAS DIED!!!!

trying to finish this poem i started based on ghostdaughter’s “a place where no one has died” so obviously the best way to pick it back up is to put the song on again but chat it’s too early in the day to start sobbing

[spacemancharisma]

tagged by @averagecygnet-blog to list-

the song I’m listening to right now

"she cleans up" by father john misty

current favorite song

uhhhhhhhh let's go with "a place where no one has died" by ghostdaughter

song of my choice

sends you to "42 cent man" by packtion

& I will send this along to @toadscools @torrence-with-an-e @closetedangel @cringeworth @ihavenoideawhattoputforthis & anyone who wants to do it can say I tagged them lol

[juliarubysblog]