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if i look back, i am lost
YOU ARE THE REASON
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we're not kids anymore.

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about the blogger
cntrl (she/her)
early 30s (wow!)
upper midwest
likes
john congleton (obvi)
rural exploration
tea
dislikes
coffee
crowds
if you want anything tagged just lmk <3
the decemberists track in the middle of all that is sending me
also those counts seem kinda low ??
Favourite songs too short? Turn your favourite song into a 2-hour album with just one simple trick! Passengers in the car are gonna love it!
commission for @RobotMothPie
some old things n places in rural Sweden
“ok u can have the aux but don’t put on ur weird shit”
me:
Ethel Cain by Silken Weinberg, 2023
Did you know, when you stand by the water basin you can see someone from your future?
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Oh, my oldest and most dear friend.
Old Mill by Klaudia Jankowska
aria da capo by Javier Pérez
2008, sculpture, polyester resin, horse manes dyed in red, carillon by Reuge Music (limited edition)„ motorized mechanisms, mirror, 280 x 110 x 110 cm. View of the Javier Pérez exhibition “Objetos del deseo" at the Espai Quatre, Casal Sollerich, Palma de Mallorca, Spain, 2009
i love stories where the metaphysical crosses over into the physical and becomes more frightening for the confirmation of its reality. waking from a dream of strangulation with handprint-shaped bruising around your throat. a wounded ghost leaving bloody stains on the floor where it first appeared. nightmares pushing at the boundaries we build to grant us a sense of safety, shattering them along with our assumptions about how the "rules" of these things work and spilling out into the waking world.
what does it matter if the blade is real or not if it cuts just the same