Hands

A girl's guide to lesser known parts of the world 2006

[eveningfowl]

Introduction

Ever since i was a child ..i had a fascination with things people hesitated to talk about.Still do.

Though these things were never part of my life in a surface level ,i think of them often .

Few cruel months had taken a toll on me and pushed me to perhaps pull on these strings that kept lingering on me.

After all the help world ,as we know , offered me, perhaps now i need to decendinto things that forever made me felt something.

I can't explain what the feeling is but perhaps there is a faint scent of hope in it for me.

Maybe i could discuss few things i came to know or things that happened to me.Maybe one day you could tell me yours.

At the end, all such discussions are for ears that are sensitive ,for people who had a feeling in the stomach. You may called it spiritually or something else. for me, i am yet to name it something

[eveningfowl]

Shaniac or boogara?

Ricky goldsworth

[eveningfowl]

Reccs for cryptid podcasts??

Wendigoon, lore lodge, creepcast

These babygirls have the best podcast ever

[eveningfowl]

Fav cryptid?

These gremlins

[jadedfadedalmostgone]

[eveningfowl]

Preacher's daughter if ethel fought Isaiah and stabbed his ass♡

[eveningfowl]

Wanna know the ideal place for a date?

A trip down the guts of the permian super-organism sure sounds romatic!

Holding hands while navigating the bloody flesh mazes and taking a dive in its amniotic fluid..

Just make sure you watch your steps and dont fall into any unmarked orifice

I dont recommend that

Now whats a park without its exciting animals?

This exotic forest offers organisms never seen before . Watch them in the natural habit as they go about with life in these fleshy crevices devoid of light . Crawling through the moist surfaces with nothing but the sounds of the flesh churning and food being digested

Before you go on your merry way .. make sure you go through the safely manual for death in the park isnt as rare as you think

[eveningfowl]

My perspective on strangers by ethel cain part 1

Tw : cannibalism, murder, trauma, violence

But God is telling you and I that there is death, for all of us

But then we find that the scriptures also tell us

That we have a great promise, that there is a better place

For those who believe in the lord Jesus Christ

We hear a pastor giving a sermon on the tv ( likely ethel 's dead father)

In your basement, I grow cold

Thinking back to what I was always told

"Don't talk to strangers or you might fall in love"

Freezer bride, your sweet divine

You devour like smoked bovine hide

How funny, I never considered myself tough

Cain speaks about her body rotting away in Isaiah's ( her boyfriend's) basement , hidden in a freezer

How the frigid temperatures have hardened her even though she was quite a fragile person, bending over backwards for others when she was alive

Here we also she her considering Isaiah a 'stranger', referencing that she was likely kidnapped instead of her willing going with him as she had previously stated

( ethel is shown to be an unreliable character)

I tried to be good, am I no good?

Am I no good? Am I no good?

With my memory restricted to a Polaroid in evidence

I just wanted to be yours, can I be yours?

Can I be yours? Just tell me I'm yours

If I'm turning in your stomach and I'm making you feel sick

These para shows ethel's weak and people pleasing nature . How even after death, she cannot escape her desire to please others even if it costs her everything.

Since her while body is consumed. There is nothing left of her except for the evidence collected by the police . This likely foreshadowing that she might never be found again, no one will no what truely happened to her.

Here we see her concerned whether Isaiah was getting sick from consuming her flesh

Ironically this is the first time ethel was truly able to fight back, hurt the one who hurts her .

Perhaps its revenge is a twisted way.

[eveningfowl]

THAT PART OF THE TOWN

Those parts of the town that seem older than time itself.

Marble statues, abandoned houses that seemed too intricate to be lived in. Too perfect , even after decades of neglect. Years of isolation

I hear stories of what happened behind those walls. Vague, foggy retellings of killings and rituals. Sounds too fantastical. Sounds too picture perfect Something like those films .

I will never know what truely happened. The people who live there dont speak to us.

Every bit of courage it took me to reach out to them, gone once their faces turned into scowls.

All i can do is speculate.

Maybe someday the house will speak to me even if the people there dont.

[eveningfowl]

Enjoy a stroll around your neighborhood.. one might stumble across something precious ♡

[luckykiwiii101]

The song “Fantasy” By Bazzi is literally just the law of assumption 😭

“You should know you can where you wanna go.”

“All these dreams put some faith in me.”

“All these things you thought were impossible.”

“What you believe is what you see.”

“Just believe, open up your mind, realise you’re divine.”

Such a nostalgic song too 😭

[eveningfowl]

Found a playlist with manifestation songs like that~