May

Nothing’s really interesting here

[tankhall]

brand new chanels song of the summer and it’s not even close

[housofthepsychoticwomn]

Even hayden knowssss it’s SOTY not just summer

[tankhall]

brand new chanels song of the summer and it’s not even close

[housofthepsychoticwomn]

Is it not fun to feel many other ways?

[housofthepsychoticwomn]

We can be all poetic and just lose our minds together

[housofthepsychoticwomn]

I like chubby girls ugh

[housofthepsychoticwomn]

This was all for you Ethel cain my beloved 🤍

[tankhall]

i love my ipad

[housofthepsychoticwomn]

It was never casual

[housofthepsychoticwomn]

One thing about me I never understand is that I’m always yearning for something and when it becomes real I immediately reject it like wtf why so weird

[housofthepsychoticwomn]

I wish I had the words to describe how much this album means to me and how it changed me fundamentally as a person and how I view everything, life, people, myself, love, loss, friendship etc.

Ethel’s music in general has changed me in every way possible because it touched a spot in my soul n brain that no one or anything has ever been able to and no one will.

When she released nettles I knew nothing will ever be the same since, i remember listening to the song for the first time and I felt something I’ve never felt before I was transported somewhere, crying silently taking those emotions inside the entire song, at the end I had to sit in silence for literally an hour and a half straight thinking about it, and it only made me more excited for the album.

I was listening to the album when it dropped with one of my friends, I sobbed to Janie (obviously) not knowing what it was about until later , and I kept sobbing but when we finally reached Waco, Texas it was the moment where I just broke down completely wrecked and I knew this album was gonna ruin me in the best way possible forever.

So all I’m gonna say is Willoughby Tucker, I will ALWAYS love you truly, you’re so so so special to me 🤎.

[tankhall]

In 2018, I wrote down a passing thought in my cheap little leather-bound journal I was writing a collection of songs in that would go on to become Preacher’s Daughter. “If I finish this album the way it needs to be finished, it will change my life, and it will leave a hole in my heart for years that I won’t know how to fill.” I’ve always had a knack for eerily accurate self-premonition. Preacher’s Daughter certainly left a hole, and it certainly changed my life, but only on the outside. All the songs I wrote for it were about characters, a girl in a “faraway” place living her “faraway” life, albeit still parallel to mine, but wholly detached from me. Willoughby was doomed to be closer to home. I wrote Nettles and Waco the same week, the first week I spent in the Alabama house where I would finish Preacher’s Daughter after so many years of trying. The difference was I wrote them about me. There were no characters at first; it was just me. In fact, I wrote them in an attempt to hide from Ethel Cain for a moment. She eventually devoured those little ditties too, of course, as she always does. In hindsight, I’m glad I had to share them with her. I couldn’t have carried the full weight of them myself, I know that now. My premonitions were out in full force; over the course of the next few years, I’d script out my own life in the same morbid fashion I always have. Maybe it was a lesson in not training my eye downward as I’ve spent the majority of my life doing.

I had 3 weeks for the holidays between mixing and submitting Perverts and jumping back into the maw of taming an unfinished Willoughby Tucker. I spent the first three months of 2025 on probation, unable to go much of anywhere, awake only when the sun was down. I’d never mixed a record of that magnitude, which was daunting with deadlines immovable. I remember 9am on my 27th birthday rolling around after being awake for hours whittling away at mixes, announcing the album and entire tour before going back to mix an album that still wasn’t done. I’ve never cried so much finishing a record, and that was before it was even out. Combining your Saturn return, your first shot at true love, and the longest tour of your life is something I would never recommend to anyone. It was the death of both ego and everything around it. I couldn’t be more grateful. Never in my life have I been so turned inside out, so uprooted and unraveled. Looking back, I needed it more than anything.

Thank you to everyone who listened. Ethel Cain and Willoughby Tucker will always be my children, my burnt offerings, what I leave in the storm. Sometimes I wish it didn’t have to be this way, but I also fear it’s the only way. Ethel Cain, Willoughby Tucker, I really will always love you. I feel as though in this moment here, saying goodbye, you and I are closer than ever. I hope you can forgive me.

[nettles-forever]

[housofthepsychoticwomn]

Home shit home

[housofthepsychoticwomn]

a walk by the beach

[housofthepsychoticwomn]

I’m having the worst migraine rn

[housofthepsychoticwomn]

Passing time

[housofthepsychoticwomn]