#northeast gothic
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evilsecretshopper · 6 months ago
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posting these before i wanna change the coloring again :P
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honeyrosepetals · 2 months ago
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yeoldecryptid · 10 months ago
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There needs to be an urban legend about The Boston Tunnel (some of you have got to know the one.)
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nekroio · 2 months ago
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from when i went to maine at the beginning of the year
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sagent-of-chaos · 24 days ago
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lets get more subscribers
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unmarkedhelicopter · 1 year ago
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went hiking west of ny this weekend
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shu-of-the-wind · 1 year ago
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thinking about northeast gothic. getting up in a creaky old house and looking outside to find snow is stretching out for miles around your house and you can’t go anywhere for days. you hear coywolves in the woods around and you have to keep a rifle under your bed in case they try to eat your pets. sometimes you wonder if you’re going to have to use that rifle on the shadows that lurk in your driveway. every river you cross has a kahnawà꞉ke name that the dutch butchered, so you know you’re walking over stolen land. there have been so many battles crisscrossing your property that if you find a bullet or a knife or a skull in your garden, you just set it aside to cleanse and hope you haven’t disturbed anyone too badly, because there are people under your feet that hold so much resentment that it makes the woods creak. you go into a city and it’s a tossup as to whether the neighborhoods will be named after sicilian mafiosos, dutch colonizers, or revolutionary war veterans. every house has a historical plaque on it, and most of the history is rotten. there is Always a tiny italian bakery and there is Always an ancient nonna in it that has been there since your grandfather went into the same bakery sixty years ago. the cops and sheriffs hold sway over their jurisdictions like kings and punish people with the same lackadaisical cruelty. one family has owned the town council for six decades and you’re beginning to think they’ve made a deal with the devil to keep it that way. sometimes you wake up at night to find something looking in your window and you have no idea what it is, but you still have that rifle if you need it, so you just roll over and go back to sleep. the adirondacks are too close to dare asking too many questions.
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mdwsp · 1 year ago
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Allegheny National Forest
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microsoft-whiskey95 · 2 years ago
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I’ve been driving through eastern PA listening to moody music. I like to immerse myself in the atmosphere of where I am - romanticize it. But I turned off the music just now; it was too real.
To live in a place like this, you see rust is more than patina. The Doug Mastriano signs are real, and the billboards give instructions for how to get help.
Sometimes, the bit fades and there you are - raw and present.
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78-fahrenheit · 14 days ago
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why do birthdays feel so bleak
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evilsecretshopper · 4 months ago
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june 2024 PA
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lxvenderghost · 1 year ago
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becoming obsessed with Sylvia Plath in my early 20s right before winter begins alright keep me in your prayers !
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yeoldecryptid · 6 months ago
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July in America is when you have to play a fun game called ‘thunder or fireworks.’
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teenagehottubfest · 12 days ago
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sagent-of-chaos · 28 days ago
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green eggs and ham
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loki-of-art · 2 months ago
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I am sometimes too angry and too cynical to understand the beauty of a midwest town. The corner stores are run by angels, don’t you see the divine light fading from their eyes? Look! There is a star lying in the field near a burned, abandoned warehouse. Is it truly abandoned if only teenage ghosts live there? Some say their cigarettes are what burned the place. Look! The cashiers know your name. God whispered it to them after you punched him. All blood glows gold in the sunlight, silly.
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