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[thehauntrpg-blog]

 “I had a dream that I rose from the dead And all my fears were flower petals on my bed And the wind lifted them off me”

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[yardjhfb]

We didn't sleep too late. There was a fire in the yard. All of the tress were in light. They had no faces to show. I saw a sign in the sky.

[nadics]

                                                     he offers a h a n d s h a k e,                               c             r             o             o             k             e               d                                                                 five fingers.                                                           they form a PATTERN                                                       y e t  to be  m a t c h e d

                                                                                                       - pagan poetry, bjork

[isnotgold-blog1]

✧ ALL THAT GLITTERS  ✧  songs for a past life ✧

[ rill rill - sleigh bells | disco//very - warpaint | bad girls - m.i.a | top of the world - kimbra | go! ft. karen o - santigold | beggin for thread - banks | hott - kopps, joywave | kill v. maim - grimes | giver - k. flay | the way that i feel - ggoolldd | black out days - phantogram | fast slow disco - st. vincent | yellow flicker beat - lorde | ocean - goldfrapp | me and the devil - soap&skin | blinding - florence + the machine ]

[elliotbxnes-blog]

Elliot Bones: a moodboard. 

“you could have been anyone, operating this body. the good news is that you won! the bad news is that you’re stuck with it.”

[fishcrman-blog]

❖ * ⊹  FOUNDERS’ FESTIVAL / HALLOWEEN AT SALLYBROOK  ⊹ * ❖

                           ╰   listen

                                                          (   T R A C K L I S T   )

pottsfield cm by the blasting company. exploration (coraline) [feat. julia k] by  amy turk. halloween halftime by the blasting company. jump in the line by harry belafonte. monster mash by bobby "boris" pickett. the time warp by richard o'brien. sympathy for the devil by the rolling stones. mclaughlin bros jug band by the blasting company. fiddle me ghillies by nathan lanier. thriller by michael jackson. ghostbusters by ray parker, jr. this old ghost town by the fratellis. everybody wants to rule the world by tears for fears. half-moon river by the blasting company. people are strange by the doors. patient is the night by the blasting company. witchy woman by eagles. sunglasses at night by corey hart. sweet dreams (are made of this) by eurythmics. end credits by danny elfman.

[stcrliqht]

me rn as the submit box is closed and i no longer have the power to edit my application and it is all in the hands of Kass, the Haunt & God herself: 

[notfromcanada]

I stumbled on some vintage Halloween costume photos and it gave me some vibes.

[bewareofthorns]

you're closing up for the night. the other person with you went outside for a smoke break. behind you, you hear footsteps slowly walking in in your direction. you ignore it, it's nothing new here. That is, until you hear her voice, so clear, and so loud behind you. "Run," your grandmother tells you. You feel her hand on your shoulder. Why can't you turn around? "You won't make it out alive, nieta. no one will." Your coworker walks through the door, and the familiar feeling of her vanishes.

what scares you the most is that there is no fear anymore. 

you run your hands under scalding water, the smell of dishwashing liquid filling the air. and it almost doesn’t matter that you heard her. it almost doesn’t matter that you felt her breath on your shoulder. that just a second ago you couldn’t have moved, even if you tried. 

those are things you are used to now. 

those are things you have made peace with. 

it is an unspoken rule in the diner, in all of sallybrook to be honest: when a sudden gust of cold wafts around your ankles, climbs up your spine, it is always just a draft (even though the windows are closed and the door is locked and no one else is in the room), just a reminder that you need to redo the caulking on your walls, throw an extra blanket on your bed. 

 it won’t help, of course, but that’s your fault. your coat has a hole in it. your walls are too thin. (if they’re not– then what can you do about it?)

the whole situation is hardly worth your time. as of right now, you have a stain on the apron of your waitressing uniform and getting it out it is much more important than whatever was just spoken behind you, whatever ghost has decided to visit, whatever useless fucking message that is being told to you from the beyond. 

after all, you have to work tomorrow. you don’t have time to be afraid, to parse some greater meaning from whatever encounter you just had. and, let’s be honest, what’s even the point? tomorrow, your grandmother will still be dead. she can tell you again if she likes.

run, she told you. you won’t make it out alive, she said. run–how? you think about the jar of tips under your bed that never gets any fuller and the way your feet ache from standing all day. you think about your father, who, though, just outside of sallybrook’s borders, will never really live a life again, at least not the one he used to. you can’t help shake your head. 

“oh,” you speak through clenched teeth, so quietly that you can barely hear yourself over the sound of the faucet, “you’re telling me.”

(on the parking lot, just before you get into you car, you step onto a piece of already chewed gum. as you lift your shoe to see the damage that has been done, you sigh and you shake your fist at the sky.

“ya sabe que estoy intendando, abuela. porfa, no es necesario que me diga eso ahora.”)

[nibimatatabi]

Name: Nibi or Lillie - I answer to both readily. Age: 23, and turning 24 in January. Preferred Pronouns: she/her, but basically I’ll respond to anything. Zodiac Sign: Capricorn Most played album: Attention Attention - Shinedown Do you believe in ghosts? Yes; strange things happened once upon a time in our home, and the belief has been passed down the matriarchal line - aunt or mother or grandmother to daughter. Could it just be our imaginations? Certainly.  Favorite horror film/book: IT and almost anything by Stephen King. Duma Key and Bag of Bones (book only) are other favorites; Duma Key by far is the one I love the most. Who wouldn’t be enamored by the power of art, and the things that art can bring into this world? Which deadly sin best describes you? I thought long and hard on this one, and I think, at the end of the day, it would be Greed. There’s always something more that I want, never satisfied with what’s in front of me - not fully. I’m always looking for the next thing to throw myself full force into, the next studies, the next book series, the next game.

[mileshargrove]

HOW MUCH CAN YOU STAND? a playlist for miles hargrove.

KID FEARS — INDIGO GIRLS.

skipping stones, we know the price now and any sin will do how much further, if you can spin how much further, if you are smooth

are you on fire (are you on fire) from the years (from the years?)

FLY LIKE AN EAGLE — STEVE MILLER BAND.

time keeps on slippin’, slippin’, slippin’ into the future

i want to fly like an eagle / to the sea fly like an eagle / let my spirit carry me i want to fly like an eagle / ‘til i’m free oh lord, through the revolution

WOLF’S HOME — GORD DOWNIE.

i got great touch / i learnt to vanish when i was afraid i don't know much / but i don't try not to try i don't do what i hate

in my life of get and get / i've got more than most and yet the love of heart and target / the stereo has started all the brokenhearted all i want is the dearly departed / all the hurts a started young and old poor-hearted all I want is all i've been afforded / my life, my love distorted it's its own reward but all  want is you

OH DADDY — FLEETWOOD MAC.

oh daddy, if i can make you see if there’s been a fool around it’s got to be me

why are you right when i’m so wrong? i’m so weak but you’re so strong everything you do is just alright and i can’t walk away from you baby, if i tried

BABY CAN I HOLD YOU — TRACY CHAPMAN.

forgive me is all that you can say years gone by and still the words don’t come easily like forgive me, forgive me

FIDDLER’S GREEN — THE TRAGICALLY HIP.

he doesn't know a soul there's nowhere that he's really been but he won't travel long alone no, not in fiddler's green balloons all filled with rain as children's eyes turn sleepy mean and falstaff sings a sorrowful refrain for a boy in fiddler's green

I DON’T KNOW WHERE I STAND — JONI MITCHELL.

crickets call, courting their ladies in star-dappled green thickets tall, until the morning comes up like a dream all muted and misty, so drowsy now i'll take what sleep i can i know that i miss you, but i don't know where i stand i know that i miss you, but i don't know where i stand

OPIATED — THE TRAGICALLY HIP.

well, the medicine man started seeing red you think the snake just dreams up the poison in his head well, addicted to approval, addicted to the air it was see if you like it or see you on up there

but now i lie here so out of breath and over opiated maybe i couldn't catch up, no, but maybe he could have waited

CRACK BABY — MITSKI.

it's been a long hard twenty-year summer vacation all these twenty years trying to fill the void crack baby you don't know what you want but you know that you had it once and you know that you want it back crack baby you don't know what you want but you know that you're needing it and you know that you need it bad with wild horses running through your hollow bones wild horses running through your hollow bones

SOUR BREATH — JULIEN BAKER.

and i thought that if i tried a little bit harder you'd change your mind i've still got nowhere to be, and i don't do too well; nobody's worried when nobody's worried about me

oh, the harder i swim, the faster i sink the harder i swim, the faster i sink the harder i swim, the faster i sink

A PEARL — MITSKI.

you're growing tired of me / you love me so hard and i still can't sleep you're growing tired of me / and all the things i don't talk about

sorry i don't want your touch it's not that i don't want you sorry i can't take your touch

it's just that i fell in love with a war / nobody told me it ended and it left a pearl in my head / and i roll it around every night, just to watch it glow / every night, baby, that's where i go

1937 STATE PARK — CAR SEAT HEADREST.

no one should ever have to look at themselves

i steer clear of graveyards they are cliche in my death-obsessed generation

no one should ever have to look at themselves

WE ARE ALL COMPOST IN TRAINING — RAMSHACKLE GLORY.

i fell asleep smoking so i'd wake up on fire, because that might get me out of bed for a while and back into battle with the things that i breathe, and the holes in my arms, and the way that i think

and if freedom is doing what i want, well that means i gotta know what is, not just what it isn't / so i'll dig up the dirt and i'll throw down some seeds, because the world needs more spinach, not more motherfuckers like me

YOU ARE A RUNNER AND I AM MY FATHER’S SON — WOLF PARADE.

i got a number on me, i got a number won't make it through the high noon sun i am my father's son / i am my father's son / his bed is made i was a hero early in the morning i ain't no hero in the night

MY BODY’S MADE OF CRUSHED LITTLE STARS — MITSKI.

i'm not doing anything / i'm not doing anything my body's made of crushed little stars / and i'm not doing anything

i wanna see the whole world / i wanna see the whole world i don't know how i'm gonna pay rent / i wanna see the whole world

i work better under a deadline / i work better under a deadline i pick an age when i'm gonna disappear until then i can try again / until then i can try again

FREAKING OUT THE NEIGHBOURHOOD — MAC DEMARCO.

and i know it’s no fun / when your first son / gets up to no good starts freaking out the neighbourhood

really, i’m fine / never been better, got no job on the line sincerely, i’m fine / same old boy that you hoped you would find

LAST WORDS OF A SHOOTING STAR — MITSKI.

all of this turbulence wasn't forecasted apologies from the intercom and i am relieved that i'd left my room tidy they'll think of me kindly / when they come for my things they'll never know how i'd stared at the dark in that room with no thoughts / like a blood-sniffing shark

WHEAT KINGS — THE TRAGICALLY HIP.

there's a dream he dreams where the high school's dead and stark it's a museum and we're all locked up in it after dark where the walls are lined all yellow, grey and sinister hung with pictures of our parents' prime ministers

wheat kings and pretty things / let's just see what tomorrow brings wheat kings and pretty things / oh that's what tomorrow brings

SONGS TO AGING CHILDREN COME — JONI MITCHELL.

some come dark and strange like dying / crows and ravens whistling lines of weeping, strings of crying / so much said in listening

songs to aging children come / aging children, i am one

DEAR GOD — XTC.

did you make disease and the diamond blue? did you make mankind after we made you? / and the devil too!

dear god, don't know if you noticed but... your name is on a lot of quotes in this book and us crazy humans wrote it, you should take a look and all the people that you made in your image still believing that junk is true well i know it ain't, and so do you, dear god i can't believe in / i don't believe in

[never-night-blog]

“I have survived, but I have not been spared.”

[thevoidlistensnerds-blog]

It’s impossible for me to choose just one skeleton I like.

So, I made aesthetics for every one I’m considering.

The Players in this motley band are as follows:

It’s Witchcraft, Wicked Witchcraft (Logan)

If the Wind was in Our Sails (Sef)

Born to Run (Rowan)

Please Don’t Take my Sunshine Away (Jasper)

Do You Walk in the Valley of Kings (Caroline) 

[nadics]

      “ she said one day to leave her, sand up to her shoulders                  w a i t i n g                                         for                                                       the                                                                       tide...                            to drag her to the ocean, to another sea’s shore.                                              this thing HURTS like HELL...

                                                                    BUT WHAT DID YOU EXPECT?”

- the sea is a good place to think of the future, los campesinos!

[itsoctobr]

“I don’t know who I am. We search and search, and always end up looking into the same mirror, at the same reflection, hoping that we will find something different. Heal … heal … heal … heal … heal … heal … heal … heal … heal … heal … heal … heal … heal … heal … heal … please.” Dale Cooper, from The Autobiography of F.B.I. Special Agent Dale Cooper: My Life, My Tapes by Scott Frost

[maharlikas]

Name: Hiraya Age: 20 Preferred Pronouns: she/her Zodiac Sign: Gemini sun, Taurus moon, Cancer mercury (also Leo rising) to all my zodiac hoes out there, you’d notice i am a fucking mess Most played album: It’s a tie between Neutral Milk Hotel’s In the Aeroplane Over the Sea and Adult Mom’s Momentary Lapse of Happily. Do you believe in ghosts? I do, but I’m yet to encounter one in my life. I do hear lots of stories (especially recent ones in my campus), and I guess there’s a part of me that’s kind of wishing they’re not real, and that part is encouraged by the fact that I haven’t seen or had any experiences with ghosts whatsoever. Favorite horror film/book: Seklusyon! (I read someone mentioned it here as well) I simply loved that film! Which deadly sin best describes you? It’s definitely Sloth. I’ve been struggling with academics because of it, and it’s not fun because I have like… goals in life. :(